CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Malcolm found himself being pursued by the horde of angry pigeons. He didn’t generally like them. On their own they were easy to defeat, but they always acted in large groups and were often malicious. In a display of aerobatics he swooped down just above the road of the bridge. He saw the metallic carts of the Giants slowly edging across the congested bridge as he flew on over the roof of a castle on the riverside. It was of a much older construction than all the other buildings surrounding it. Its architecture was similar to that of Asperia, but everything else seemed totally different from Minaturia.
The pigeons started to gain on Malcolm as he flew away from the castle. They edged ever closer. Malcolm was getting tired now. He knew the pigeons would be rel
