Mykal kept an eye out for snakes, and listened for hissing, rattling, or anything out of the ordinary. If anything sprung at him, he worried he might be too tired to react. He wasn’t sure who he thought he was kidding. There wasn’t enough light. Anything could hide in the crevices, around corners, and get the drop on them. A snake. A Caver. He yawned. Cold air filled his lungs. He saw his breath in front of him. It plumed before disappearing. A dragon. A troll.
He never thought magic and sorcery existed, or that he was a wizard. Why couldn’t other things from nursery rhymes and bedtime stories be real, too?
“Doing alright?” Blodwyn asked.
“Hanging in there.” Mykal shrugged. He kept his thoughts to himself. If he started talking about dragons, they’d laugh at him. He wasn’t sure he could
