Chapter Twenty-Three
The Hunters of the DeepDaniel watched in awe as Alessia dismounted Osgar. He was an impressive wyrm and, like his brethren, small compared to the size of their Grand Master. Her wyrm was as desperate to show his skills to the Wita as the Thegnalar, so when he understood that he was required to carry the Wita and his companions, despite Alessia's suggestion of two trips, he had insisted he could carry them with ease. Silently bragging about his wing strength and endurance. But the extra weight had taken its toll, he failed to gain the height he needed to rise above the tidal currents, and now the downward motion of his wings saw sprays of water cascade around them from the waves' crests.
To find an area lost beneath the ocean, an ancient landmark buried by time and t
