CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Thor hurried back to the Legion’s barracks at the c***k of dawn, luckily arriving before the day’s training began. He was winded when he arrived, Krohn at his side, and he ran into the other boys just as they were waking, beginning to file out for the day’s assignments. He stood there, gasping, more troubled than ever. He hardly knew how he would make it through the day’s training; he would be counting down the minutes until the night’s feast, until he could warn the King. He felt certain the omen came to him so that he could deliver the warning. The fate of the kingdom rested on his shoulders.
Thor ran up beside Reece and O’Connor as they made their way out to the field, looking exhausted, and began to line up.
“Where were you last night?” Reece asked.
Thor wished
