Chapter 27: The Split Stump

Oliver stumbled forward through the deepening night after Odeile and Vamira, no longer even bothering to disguise his heavy breathing. Even Vamira was beginning to look weary. Her feet were dragging a little and her shoulders slumped slightly as she walked. But Odeile looked as fresh as though they had just started a minute ago.

Oliver shook his head in wonder. He was no stranger to long, exhausting journeys. After months spent training in Camp Bracken, he was sure he could keep up with any of the Crownseekers he had ever come across.

‘But this woman is another matter entirely,’ he thought.

The Albrinian Way trundled steadily on before Oliver and the others, empty and silent except for the noise of their footsteps. Dark shapes of birds winged by over Oliver’s head, darting between the shadowy trees crouching outside the cones of light cast by the Flitterfly lanterns. Long minutes passed without Oliver seeing any sign of their destination.