Twenty-One We hurry out of the faerie paths into an icy white landscape of endless slopes and snow-dusted trees. The first thing Dash says is, “Wait, you didn’t use up your Griffin power on me, did you?” Sick with worry, I manage to stutter, “I—no, I’ve still got some.” I pull my jacket on and zip it all the way up. My eyes sweep across our frozen surroundings, eventually settling on a grey building just beyond the curve of a small hill. “Dammit, Dash, why did they have to choose the three of you first? I know it’s incredibly selfish to wish they’d picked someone else, but … argh!” I let out an agonized cry. “Why the people I care about the most? Why?” “Hey!” He grabs my shoulders, almost stabbing me with the stylus he’s still holding, and gives me a small shake. “Stop freaking out. We’

