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“We have to go back. Bicksby is in trouble,” said Milo.
“No. We do as he says and cut through the mountain,” said the Spriggan, grabbing Milo’s wrist. “Did you see Isolde’s army?” He led Milo down the dirt path.
“I saw the Cagon,” said Milo.
“Not the Cagon; the creatures coming through the trees. She let things loose in this world that don’t belong here. I lost you once. It will not happen again,” said the Spriggan, picking up his pace. His quick strides turned into a run when howling echoed through the mountain.
Milo yanked his wrist out of the Spriggan’s grasp and lifted him into his arms without slowing down. He ran as fast as his legs would carry them. “I see light ahead.” The howling stopped, but that didn’t mean Isolde’s army hadn’t followed them. His arms and legs ached, but
