Saturday
Dear Diary,
It’s after sunset.
I’m in an orc hut.
And I’m alone with Dare.
Mostly.
Sammy rolls out of my pocket and down my leg. So it’s really me, Dare and Sammy.
“You’re shaking,” says Dare.
“It’s still pretty cold.”
“That I can help with.”
Dare struts over to a small box that rests atop a hefty wooden table. Opening the container, the prince pulls out a round blue amulet. I purse my lips, impressed. I’ve heard that amulets store magic, although I’ve never seen it in action before.
Dare holds up the amulet in his hand and flexes his fist. A snap sounds as the thing breaks. A moment later, bits of white light cascade from his palm. As the brightness hits the carpet, the power burns deep into the frozen ground.
A small pit appears in the middle of the carpet. I push do
