7
The trip back to the Fairy Stone took next to no time. My trusty unicorn friend deposited me, gently, in the midst of the Seven Stones of Hordron and began to nip listlessly at the grass thereabouts. I could understand her lack of enthusiasm. I wouldn’t want to follow a meal of delicious, greasy chips with a snack of brittle, half-frozen grass, either.
I didn’t dismiss her, just yet. She wasn’t only my friend and occasional mount. She was my Familiar, and I was also hers, in a way. We were a team, closely bound, and if anybody could help me talk to the Fairy Stone, it would be Addie.
‘Okay, so,’ I told her as I approached the gate. ‘Here’s the problem, dear heart. This lovely stone stands between us and Silvessen, and I can’t get it to talk to me. It’s been asleep for a really, really
