Chapter Twenty-One
The Dreamlands were well passed my imagination. Whenever I had thought of it I thought of rolling hills with a castle slap-bang in the middle of it. Instead, I stood on a cliff looking over an ocean which faded into walls of dark mist. Sinister clouds hung above us, blocking out the sun and plunging the whole realm into near-darkness. I could see ethereal lanterns casting light onto the paths which trailed from the shore to another hedge of mist, although this one had a hole in it that looked suspiciously like a doorway.
“Warrick is late again!” Ally Clark mumbled as she walked toward a bench which stood facing the sea, playing with the tiny dagger pendant which hung from her necklace.
I walked around a little, inspecting the leafless trees and plants which were mos
