The Guardians of Daldaria
the wood's edge, moss ridd
might have been, bogs usu
at anything felt like when you
slucent body seemed to have left her emotions behind when...wha
rantically. Her hand phased through her
e up! What did
rolled to
ok like. I'm bor
nse. If sense were sand
ture if you didn't just take
mindlessly, clambering up the hill t
des, there's no time for niceties if we're
to have a smart re
awful lot of
ts eyes before dragging Mialtros's
I told you to hold still! Why must human bodie
ad needed help faster
eaved the thing at the st
ound's skin. It roared and jumped down at itg the one biting Dad in the shoulder. He tossed it off
tation, snarling and fi
r bodies, as Mewl finally wobbled close enough to hel
down! You'll kill each other befo
ly pad, catching their sides. Mialtros latched onto their backs. Top heavy, th
phasing right though hers, 'til the hounds l
the bog. The red haired woman had lifted the elder i
I will deal wi
erall strap, dragging her
Grandma get up this hill and get the h**l out of here.
tely to shove the hounds back u
to him. We don't hav
at her. Then he lo
k Dad by the front of his shirt and thre
s them, trying
are this way! You lose control
s, flattening a circle of grass and mud around her. Extending his hands, guiding
I Mewl, God of Creation, in the
retty cool uh magic,
ted herself i
r unless you help me get m
en Mew's palms, globs of glitter
n't need to move for
o kill the hound
wering everyone in tacky moss,
hovered in the air. It moved slowly
d desperately, their bo
, clapping Mewl
estimated you! I'll
er family headfirst in the u
moved tow
an't breathe in goo lik
ers and slammed them back into the
her stomach, hand
itations of the human body.
hed again
was going to get her body back, and then she was going to d
p!? The hounds are trapped! There ain't a
th eaten away as it shrunk. The hounds were crumbling too. Skin melting from bone. Bones anake what should be renewed for their vile purposes. Your family has seen them. Has seen us work
r restraints, digging her fi
atural law! Mewl please!
palms tighter, g
given even to those you love! Reality
, kicking Mewl in the head. H
aints, reaching for Dad's
was soft. His
.for that whi
ched. The jell