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Myla
Lincoln, Peli, and I run all out for at least a half hour. There’s no sign of the Icythians following us. Even so, I remain wary.
Those googly-eyed bastards looked ready to kill.
Eventually, we reach a clearing with high ground and stop. Spend enough time in the wilds, and you know a good place for a break when you see it. Here, nothing will fall from a branch to bite our heads off. And with the high ground, we can see any pursuers coming at a distance.
Peli hops on his back legs while saying ooo-ooo before making an announcement. “That was a disaster.” He points at me. “And they totally blamed you. Those Icythians will loathe you forever.”
I shoot him a deadpan stare. “You think?”
“Back on the beach, what spell did you cast on the Icythians?” asks Lincoln. “That was the lar
