CHAPTER NINE
Alec
My feet hit the ground, and the impact reverberates through me, shaking my bones and making my vision blur. Winter's hand slips out of mine, and I desperately reach for her.
"Winter!"
But she's not there.
Choking on my inhale, I whirl around. There are noises and sights everywhere.
Stalls and tents line what seems to be some kind of underground tunnel, candlelight glinting off the brass and silver merchandise. Fire sparks between magic wands and their brandished spells, the strange sounds of incantations and foreign tongues breaking the peaceful quiet. People from all worlds and all races bustle about. Fairies and elves, giants and halflings, everything from the most fantastical stories to the most absurd myths. Smoke from the marketplace rises into the air, choking the air.
The marketplace is larger than any I've ever seen. I went to a magical one once, when I was a kid, but that was nothing compared to this.
"Winter?" I call.