“Seven lakes? The sacred wood?” I said. “I read about that. I mean to our tribe the seven lakes is sacred but we call it the wandering island. It’s a land that shifts.” “I think it might be linked to what my people call the fae world, or tír na nóg, the land of the Tuatha Dé Danann, our gods.” I explained. Dekota lay down on a bunk, “Well, our dear huntress, you prove once again to be quite the unique one. I believe the next few days should prove very interesting.” Eris grinned at me, and said, “Well, not exactly the birthday we hoped you would have this year, but, happy eighteenth, even if it’s a day early” I wasn’t sure if I wanted interesting for my birthday. I wanted a quiet birthday, perhaps alone with Makya. “Thanks, Eris. Only another 36 hours or so and I can claim to be an adult. Go me.” The cabin grew quiet, save for the crackle of the first as the group settled in for sleep. The next day, we got started early again. T
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