Getting this up a few days late. But we have conquered COVID after it slowly worked through our family the past two weeks. I’m still not back to normal, but that will come with time. I’m just happy to be able to breathe properly again.
The splash of water falling from cliffs ahead cut through the eery silence. Jessica dragged Mark by the hand, both pushing through the ache burning in their calves. Cold air sliced at their lungs as their breaths quickened, and the green mountains before them never seemed to end.
The land of the fae, the last haven for magic. Hidden between the lush mountains where normal humans like Jessica and Mark couldn’t find them. But with the return of the last dragon, Jessica needed to find them.
Checking the map once more, Mark confirmed they were nearly there. Yet all they saw was a mixture of steep and rolling hills jutting into the blue sky.
They crested another hill, revealing a narrow waterfall cutting through the neverending wild grasses. Moisture tickled her nose, but the humid scent was more bitter than what incoming rain typically smelled like. There was no sweetness to the air. No peace or anticipation. It simply smelled . . . wrong.
“Mark?” Jessica asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied the landscape around them. A thin fog shimmered beneath the sun, odd for the afternoon, and with it the bitterness in the air intensified.
“The water,” Mark whispered, his gaze steady.
The river rushed toward its doom, falling over the cliff with mist and a roaring that echoed between the mountains. Yet, as Jessica watched closer, the water seemed to tremble in places.
Mark’s hand found Jessica’s once more. “We’ve found them.”
“If they don’t turn us away.”
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