Chapter 15

“Get into formations! Double time! Bows at the ready! Don’t fire until my command! We’re not letting a single one of those pig fuckers get close to our walls! Private Rum, you’re late! Get into position! Move!” Max leaped up the stone steps to the town’s battlements like he was walking on air. His body…

Chapter 14

From the oppressive quiet of the Satyr’s garden, to a the bustling sounds of a country town in the blink of an eye. Max looked around. Tudor-style housing, marble-stone walls, a castle on the nearby hill. People were everywhere! Suddenly, details started jumping out at him. Different skin colours, oddly-shaped ears, fur, tails. Some of…

Chapter 13

“Are we still in the dungeon?” Max wondered out loud. He cautiously took in their surroundings. “I don’t know,” Wildflower answered. “I don’t know what dungeons are supposed to look like. It is very pretty though.” Stepping through the door had transported them both into a mist-filled forest glade. Fist-sized green crystals hung from the…