Chapter 7:
At the top of the next hill, Helena stopped a few feet down the side to keep from silhouetting the group’s outlines against the star field behind them. The full moon had come and gone. Most of the night was spent walking from one place to another. The drudgery of the march soon lost all shine. If something was going to happen, she wished it would already. If not for the sight granted by the goggles Mister Wizard invented, she would have stumbled her way through the night.
From this vantage point, she could spot the sea, darker black and cold against the star field. She spotted no group of armed men searching for the man that tried to murder her. They spotted nothing save a lone bird that they startled from its nest, making all of them jump with fright.
Someone walked up and s
