Skye
Taking down the castle wasn’t half as difficult or as exciting as I thought it would be, but then again, I did kill the king. I was standing outside the castle entrance looking at my surroundings but not really registering much.
Children were being moved onto buses so we could take them to the airport while demons were being loaded into special trucks that Esmeralda, spelled so they couldn’t escape. It was surreal. It felt … Unreal. It was finally over.
Or well, we still had to find all the camps, but the king was dead, and the castle was emptied out. It was finally over. I walked back into the caves as an image rushed into my thoughts. I wondered if I would be able to find my way to the cave with the garden.
Or the room I was kept in. I had already shown warriors to the cells
