CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Ragon stood at the edge of the grassy knoll at the far end of the Isle of Light, and he looked out at the vast ocean before him, wondering where Thorgrin could be. He had left so abruptly, it had caught Ragon off guard—and rarely in his life had Ragon been caught off guard. Somehow, for the first time in his life, he had not foreseen it.
Ragon had been so certain of how things were going to play out: he had foreseen Thorgrin’s arrival on the island, and had thought he had foreseen Thor’s reuniting with Guwayne, though his vision on this had been hazy.
And yet he was certain he had never foreseen Thorgrin leaving so abruptly, especially in the middle of the night. At first he had been completely baffled as to why this had happened—until he had seen, high in the skies, th
