It was their downfall.
Closing my eyes, I drew strength from the child and created a thousand copies of myself. A thousand Rolands, standing shoulder to shoulder, facing the floating drones, swords drawn and waiting to attack.
From far away I heard a child’s voice scream ‘eeek!’ I felt Kharina take a step back as she tried to disregard the rodents below her and concentrate on the defense. But I was now a rat. A rat burrowing underneath my cohorts. Twisting and turning and clawing my way deeper and deeper into the mass. I was searching. Searching for a c***k… a crevice… a small opening within the child’s mind to slip into and burrow into her mind.
The mind is a labyrinth, pilgrim. A labyrinth of many levels. It is twisted. Complex. Dark. There are narrow alleys and dark channels which ca
