Chapter 63

We left Ferisdarm in a rather unique mode of transportation. 

In a matter of minutes, I had made the hoverboard gigantic. I threw up some walls, a roof and vaguely shaped it like one of those large sea ferries. Let down a ramp, the survivors walked on carrying what supplies they had salvaged. It felt oddly like Noah's Ark. The Unseelie had torn through men, women and children and the survivor's bore empty, bleak eyed stares. 

On top of the hoverboard we drifted over hills of corpses and out of Ferisdarm. We followed the bends of a river against the stream, the impoverished ferry hovered over the water silently. We passed a Roman camp, I recognised it from textbooks. It looked grander still in the distance with tall watchers and thick wooden walls. I wouldn't have seen it, if not for the giant flying eagles carrying back whole deers in their talons.