Chapter 32: The Last Guardian

They’d only gotten three branches up.

Mialtros felt her lungs collapsing.

Xiathera had made moving on ice look easy. It must have liked the Time Guardian better.

The ice was fighting her at every turn. If she wasn’t falling on her face trying to stop, she was struggling to get started at all. There had to be an easier way to travel. Not even putting spikes instead of blades on her shoes helped.

Maybe the tree had been insulted after all…

She whispered a gentle apology as she peeled herself off the slope. Looking up at Mewl who was burrowed deep inside her hood, she poked the shivering God in the side.

“Remind me again why we can’t fly to the branch and why you can’t help me?”

Mewl’s tail lashed at the swirling snowstorm.

'You’re not nearly immortal enough for that ride. I do agree though, I could help more. What type of cheer would you like to hear? I have three sonnets, a pretty catchy nursery rhyme, oh! I’ve also been practicing-'