CHAPTER 12
Jotham struggled with the ropes, but couldn't break free.
"Damn it, I can't even extend a claw." Colby hissed quietly.
Derk sighed, "Me, either. I hope Ricky got Ian and the others back to camp."
"They didn't." Jotham replied as he tried once again to break free.
"Don't struggle, the ropes only get tighter. That's how they're made." A small voice said softly.
Turning, Jotham’s eyes met ones from the most beautiful little girl who couldn't be more than ten years of age. Her dark purple eyes, beautiful long blond hair, and tiny wings reminded Jotham of a pixy, "Hello, little one, I'm Councilman Jotham. What's your name?"
"Kimmy."
Jotham gasped as tears came to his eyes. After all this time, he had found his grandchild.
"Don't cry. It'll be all right. So long as you don't
