Homeward Bound

The mine. He and Ignita had been right. It had been the first place they had searched, assuming Charlton had gone to gather blacksmithing materials from a known source. But the paths in the mine were many and twisted. They hadn’t been able to find his scent, or any trace of him. How close had they come to finding him? one of the tunnels collapsed. They’d found a collapsed tunnel, too. Had Charlie been on the other side, this whole time?

He flexed his claws over the earth beneath him, frustrated. “I think we’d been close to you. We found a collapsed tunnel… but we couldn’t find a way in, and there wasn’t any scent of you.” Basilisk failure had cost Charlie his companion.

“You’ve been gone a while.” He agreed softly. “A blight has struck the Armada, originating in Mile High Woods. Some of us are sick, and the infection is spreading. I’m not sure the Armada is the best place for you right now, Charlton.”


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