“Greetings, Dex.” The Prism Master gestures across the beach. “How do you like visiting your old home? I ordered this mirror to transport you to the past.”
“You shouldn’t have done that. It’s never a good idea to order mirrors around.”
The Prism Master lifts his chin. “That’s a myth.”
“We live in the land of myths. And you have a castleful of stolen mirrors from Queen Xao. You rarely use them. That was wise.” I take care to emphasize the word was.
waswas.The Prism Master’s mouth thins to an angry line. He points in the opposite direction. “See that small figure? Brown leathers, blue skin and scales?”
My heart sinks. There’s only one person who meets that description. My father, Shoal.
Sure enough, my father marches across a far-off stretch of beach while untangling nets. The sight i
