Triam
“You can turn here,” Fallen’s uncle said. Triam looked around the deserted area. The trees were tall and thick, packed together, giving him weird vibes.
“Its here?” he asked, turning to the uncle. Triam couldn’t believe they were going to be taking Fallen there. If something attacked them, it would be difficult to protect her, because the trees were packed so close together.
“Yes,” he said without an explanation. “You should drive for a few miles, and we have to walk from there. The rift is deep in the forest, and this is the closest one here.”
“You and your minions came this way?” he asked, looking at the weird daughters in the rear-view mirror. One of them was staring at him as if she’d never seen him before.
“Yes,” the uncle said. “We came a long way to find Fallen.”
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