Witty-Allowishus

Jasmine talked with a few of her Shadow Thieves. Once she was done, she approached the mages. She smiled knowingly to Griffin, but addressed them evenly: “My gypsies are very thankful for what you all did last night. You saved us from the night creatures.” She paused. “They are wondering if you all will stay longer…they wish more protection of you.” She bit her lip in reluctance. Griffin stepped close to her. “Jasmine,” he said. “We really have to continue our journey.” He gazed at her sadly. “We can afford no more…delays.” He sighed. He glanced at the other mages and he

Chapter 5 Camur limped over to his window. He watched the night as rain built up in the clouds all over again. Imber, he thought. It means “rain” in the ancient language. He recalled the king’s words to him as they showed up on their giant doves, and dressed in fancy clothes: “Yes, you two may stay for one night. We always accept gentleman.” Camur chuckled as he closed his eyes and went deep inside himself. ~ In the darkness, Camur stood over a kneeling Ami. “I never thought ye’d posses the gift of illusion, my mage. I must thank ye for that. Ebon and I looked quite well for the king of Imber.

Pix winced as Unicorn tended to the wounds on her bare shoulders. She hissed. Unicorn echoed her hiss, as it hurt him as well. “Sorry, Pix,” he said as he sat behind her. She sighed. “Don’t worry about it. I’m a strong girl.” Unicorn smirked. “Don’t I know it?” Pix looked over her shoulder at him and blushed. He chuckled and dabbed the rag to her skin. “Yeah, you’ll be okay.” He paused. “I meant to catch you, you know. If Pegasus hadn’t summoned his creature, I would have broken your fall.” “Or…I would have fallen into your arms?”

Chapter 4 “You guys have to admit,” Unicorn said later. “I saved us. I did. None of you will say it, but yes, I was the one—” “Okay,” Pix said. “You saved us. We all thank you, Unicorn. Now go to sleep, please?” Unicorn chuckled and lay back under his gypsy quilt. The purple clouds covered the sky while the gypsies slept in the mud; some even slept in the cradle of the trees between branches. Rain fell around them and the thunder growled above them. Phoenix looked around and saw Griffin’s quilt that lay open. He frowned. “Where’s Griffin?” Pegasus hummed as his eye

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