Chapter Four
Wynter glanced around her. She was in a barren section of ground surrounded by fern-like trees. She had used the wrong ring. She hadn’t gone home, she was in the world with the stone dragons. Rubbing her eyes, she sat down on the ground. She sniffed and wiped away a tear.
“Mama… Papa,” she mewed.
A noise from behind caused her to turn. A small oval-shaped stone moved back and forth, then stilled. Curiosity overrode her exhaustion, and she climbed back to her feet and walked over to the rock. It was hard to get to because it was in a wide hole with dirt mounded high around it.
She squatted down next to the rock. When it didn’t move, she pushed on it with her finger. She gaped in delight when the rock rolled away from her before stopping. She stood up and walked over to it.
