SOPHIA’S POV

We got up early the next morning, and with my son, Lalic wrapped carefully across my back, and Athena carrying with him the few provisions that he could lay his hands on, we set out on our way to Pixolands.

It was a journey of faith, one liaised with nothing but plain hope.

We walked slowly but steadily. We were hungry, weak, and... hopeful. We’ve got nothing to lose and if after this attempt there is no positive result, then we can die with our head held up high, at least we tried and did not die as cowards.

My heartbeat continued to rise tremendously as we left...