Anabel ate her meal, Michael watched her. He knew she’d be okay and she’d get back safely from Dremis and his minions. He had faith in her. “Alright, I guess it’s time to get you ready for your journey.” He said standing up. “Follow me please.”
Anabel reluctantly followed him through the door and back up the stairs. Anabel wanted to see Misty one last time before she left, but Michael didn’t hear her requests. He grabbed some clothes for her to wear, and a couple of weapons. “There’s no crash course in this kind of stuff. Just swing, if you miss swing again.” He said handing her the small dagger and sword.
Anabel wondered what would have happened if she went into the light instead of falling backward as she did. She wouldn’t be here thinking about losing
