Day Forty-One and a Half
Dear Diary,
Our adventure begins.
Dare and I step into the Fens Citadel. It looks just like its Pixieland counterpart, only this place is full-on red instead of pink. Old King Tristan colors. One fact hits me immediately.
Hoo-wee!
If I thought the old man fart smell was bad up on the Fens’ surface? That’s nothing compared to what’s going on down here.
Three archways lead away from us. Dare shoots me a dry look. “Any ideas?”
It’s good to see some of Dare’s sass return. This adventure will be tough enough without severe depression hanging over our heads. You have to set things aside—even other elves with blight—and focus on the moment at hand.
Some people call it a short attention span.
I consider it a superpower of being me.
In that spirit, I blink excessi
