CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Thornicus sat on a small boat, drifting alone at sea, in unfamiliar territory. He looked all around, searching for anything familiar, but the landscape was utterly foreign. He felt that he was far from home, on the other side of the world, and that he would never go back. He had never felt so alone in his life.
Thor leaned over the bow and looked down into the waters, and as he did, he saw a face staring back at him.
But it was not his face; instead, it was the face of his father.
Andronicus.
“Thornicus,” came a voice.
Thor leaned back and looked up into the sun, as it broke through behind the clouds. He squinted and saw before him a huge cliff and at its peak, a castle, the sun shining behind it. A stone footbridge arched high in the sky, leading to it, twisting and
