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Lincoln
As a warrior, I’ve seen my share of odd battles. For instance, I once fought a mermaid and ended up half-frozen in a glacier. But I’ve never been strung up inside an egg-shaped cage before.
To kill time, I’ve been cataloging my surroundings.
Zero.
That’s how many Avian guards stand below me, Myla, and our cage. Perhaps they lurk somewhere nearby, but it seems unlikely.
Four.
The number of massive egg-shaped cages hoisted to hang from a tree branch above the clearing below. All the others are empty, aside from the one holding me and Myla.
Six.
The number of hours we’ve been stuck in this cage.
Fifteen.
The amount of times Myla and I discussed escaping, only to decide that to find the Marked One hidden with the Avians, it’s best to play by local rules. And that means wa
