Dirt held the flap of the tent open for Ka’ya, Alexandru, and Legend. Ka’ya’s gaze swept the interior. Her gaze paused on the dirty face of one of the women from her village. It was Elder Mayleaf.
“Huntress, we need you,” the old woman begged, stepping forward to grasp her hands. “Please.”
“What is wrong?” Ka’ya demanded.
“The Spiritual Leader – he has – he has ordered all the children in the area to be gathered. His face…. He has created creatures unlike anything we have ever seen before. They… They rose up from the ground. They keep the villagers prisoner in their own huts. I barely escaped into the forest. Please, please help us,” she begged.
“Dru,” Ka’ya glanced up at her father. “We have to help them.”
“We will leave immediately,” Legend said with a sharp nod. “Dirt, ready the me
