Chapter Thirteen AmualLong and Camin sat quietly in a dungeon cell. The stale stench mixed with the odour of filth hadn’t improved from the last time Long sat in this place. Long had been fitted with a magical collar by the governor. Amual mentioned to the governor that Long could morph into a wild creature at any moment, to which the governor pointed his staff and zapped a magic band around his neck in a few seconds flat. Long was warned that if he tried to escape or transform the collar would tighten like a rope until he was dead.
‘My father will come to free us.’
‘Part of me hopes he doesn’t,’ Long said miserably.
‘Why would you say that?’
‘You don’t know Amual like I do. She is evil and wicked and cunning.’
‘She sounds a lot like the governor.’
‘Then they’ll make a good pair,’ Lo
