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Jade answered on the first ring. “Hey, bestie!” Jade’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “Thank God you’re alive.” Honey laughed and rolled her eyes. She had missed Jade’s chaotic energy. “Come on, Jay doesn’t bite,” Honey said through laughter. “He’s just a proud lion.” Jade laughed. “I thought he would have eaten you alive and chewed your bones.” Honey smiled. “Girl, I was so scared when I saw those guns earlier. My whole life flashed before my eyes. I’m sorry I chickened out,” Jade said, and Honey could already imagine her pouting.

“I’m going to stop you right there, all right, Wachowski? What you see portrayed in American movies is worlds different from what happens in real life.” Zinc looked down, appropriately chastened. He pulled out a long red gummy candy from the packet on the table in front of him and began to munch on it. Red Vines, it was called. Ysiah tasted it earlier and thought it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever put in his mouth. Yrah was staring at Ysiah and had also pulled out one of the Red Vines to chew on. “I don’t get it. Why didn’t the warden know that any of this was going on?”

She nodded but was very quiet when they returned home. Maddie knew that ‘Dead Meadow’ was playing in the town hall in Hintlop. She wanted to go there. Raven and Wolf still had something to do, so she traveled alone through the tunnels that took her to the town hall in Hintlop. As a result, she knew immediately that the church was not a safe area to arrive. Tunnels had the power to take you somewhere else when the normal way out could be dangerous. She thought that little magic to travel was just enough to use.

Her gaze returned to the plate, and I could almost see her trying to understand why anyone would willingly ruin perfectly good roasted meat that way. Ms. Darkmoon didn't comment. She left the room and returned a few minutes later with a small pot of honey, placing it beside my plate before going back to her work. I poured some over the roasted meat and took a bite. I had expected the combination to taste strange. Instead, the sweetness was exactly what I had been craving, and I immediately reached for another piece. By the time I was halfway through the plate, one of the younger healers walked past the table. She glanced at my food, took another look, then stopped.

Its edges worn down to the silver base. He unscrewed the lid. Inside was half a canister of honey. Not the communal jar in the kitchen. His own private stash. The honey had crystallized. Clouded with murky pale gold. He chipped a piece off with the handle of a teaspoon. He stirred it slowly into the coffee. He could drink it without honey. He added it because someone had once put three spoonfuls of honey into his coffee before his first battle. Saying *sweet cuts the taste of blood.* That person had died on the Northern Ice Plains. The body was never recovered.

It was as if the mountain had opened its soul to me. Then the humming intensified. The air around me crackled. I felt a surge of energy, raw and untamed, pouring into me through the honey. It wasn't just healing. It was life…pure, unadulterated creation. My scars, usually a faint white against my skin, began to glow with a soft, silver light. My hands, still submerged in the honey, began to pulse, and for a terrifying, exhilarating moment, I felt like I could reach out and touch the very fabric of existence. I gasped, pushing myself upright in the honey. My eyes snapped open. I could still see the roots, the light, the beating heart of the mountain. It was all there, in my mind, vivid and re

The next morning Maddie woke up with a shock. For a moment she did not know where she was until she recognized the open doors that led to the balcony and heard the sound of the twittering birds. Eighteen years old, it shot through her and she felt a strange tension in her stomach. Omem had made a special tea for her, which she drank before going to sleep. A mixture of marigold, elderberry, and anise, sealed with a ritual spell. Among other things, it was supposed to help her refresh her mind.

Slowly and steadily she drove in order not to skid off the wet and slippery road. A Christmas song began playing and she turned the radio up to a steady tune in order not to be distracted while listening to the song. Amber was buckled in the backseat fast asleep with a thick plaid wool blanket to sheet her from the cold. Completely forgetting that her journey was going to be long and nightfall was near, she made no effort to buy snacks at the airport cafeteria, and thoughts of a hungry and moody Amber waking anytime soon caused her to pull over at a nearby gas station to get some snacks, a cup of coffee and hopefully they have power banks.

“Come on. One more stall. Then we’ll head back.” I nodded, forcing a smile as she pulled me toward a stand of candied fruits. “Two of the honey ones,” Maddie said, passing a coin to the vendor. “And make them the big ones. My friend here needs the world’s biggest sugar rush.” I rolled my eyes but accepted the sticky treat when she handed it over. “If I go into a coma, I’m haunting you.” “Please do. The shop could use the publicity,” Maddie quipped. We laughed again, but the sound barely lingered before the wind shifted—cooler, sharper, carrying something uneasy. A shout echoed somewhere behind the stalls. Not loud, but strained.

Chapter 14. Baji's group and Felix were seated in a small clearing in the forest, and discussing. It was mostly Felix telling them about his experiences and the reason for the disappearances. "...So that's how it all happened" Felix concluded, after talking for close to half an hour. The others Just kept silent and listened but they had the look of surprise on their faces, except for Baji and Donald. "You really mean there are giant ants underground right now?" Anita asked as she shivered in fright and Felix nodded.