The wagon rumbled and skipped along the dirt road, causing my already queasy insides to turn even more. Declan and Finn had ridden ahead the day before, scouting the area for soldiers. Blue had gone with them, perched on Finns’ shoulder in her bluebird form; she was the aerial scout who would check in if there was trouble ahead. Occasionally, Declan would appear in the driver's seat beside Liam, giving him updates before vanishing again.
The entire trip would take a week. I’d been shocked, realizing just how far from home I was. Then perplexed when we’d gone into the nearby village and Liam negotiated the price of an old wagon for sale.
“Why are we going on foot? Can’t you just, you know. . . ?” I mimicked their ability to poof in and out of existence with my hands.
He’d chuckled. “I ne
