CHAPTER 27

NEOLA

The wind is cold. I tighten my grip on Luke’s arms as we

slowly trek down the mountain with the moon as our only source of light. The

mush of snow soaked our jeans, making me shiver.

“Don’t worry,” Luke’s voice trembled as he speak, he puts an

arm around me and pulled me close, “I know a place nearby…” He says as he held

the trunk of a tree that is weirdly marked with a circle. We pass another tree

with that same symbol and he smiled. “We are almost near, do you think you can

handle it?”

I nodded, not having the voice to speak....