THE BOY

Max had a lot to think.

In two nights, he had already lived TOO many adventures for his liking.
Wolves, Witches, Dark Forests... He didn't like any of that.

But it seemed that he was, somehow, important to this whole story.
He didn't want this world to die.
He made friends there.
A wise rabbit.
An old, funny mole.
It seemed so unfair. Just accepting an imminent end like that.

He thinks about the story Maryl the Mole told him.
The Graces.
Magissa.
Her terrifying army of undead corpses.
It makes him shake.

He misses home.
He misses Mum.
But, now most than ever,
He misses his own bed.

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