Chapter Text
Part I
Lost in Time
Two figures in purple cloaks walked through the forests outside Bonesborough. Above them, the red leaves looked black against the dawn sky, where the last vestiges of the Wailing Star’s tail were just now fading away. And between them lay a somber silence.
The taller one – pale-skinned woman with long auburn hair, pointed ears, and dressed in lavender beneath her cloak – walked in silent contemplation. Meanwhile, the shorter one – a tan-skinned woman with rounded-ears, curly hair, and dressed in purples and a matching broad-rimmed pointed hat – looked around curiously.
“You know, I’m surprised by just how different everything feels.” The shorter woman piped up, breaking the silence. When the taller woman didn’t respond, the shorter woman smiled sadly before softly nudging the taller woman. “Snail for your thoughts?”
The taller woman looked over, trance broken. “Huh, wha-?” She said dumbly as her golden eyes locked with the shorter woman’s brown. “Sorry, lost in thought. Say again?”
The shorter woman chuffed, “I was just saying how different everything feels.”
The taller woman looked around. “I mean, that’s not surprising,” The taller woman noted, before turning back with a smile. “It’s not like we haven’t been here in four hundred years.”
The shorter woman nodded, before grinning widely. “The funny thing is,” She turned, pausing for dramatic effect, “It feels like we were just here yesterday.”
The taller woman groaned at the joke. “Luz, that was terrible.” She said, trying to hide a smile.
The shorter woman, Luz, just grinned back. “Come on, Amity. I see you smiling.”
“No, you don’t.” Amity denied weakly before looking around herself. “But, you’re right. It does feel different. The trees, the air…” She then stopped and turned to Luz. “Are we even going the right way?”
“Sure we are.” Luz reassured, “I did make this walk with Eda back when I lived with her.”
Amity narrowed her eyes at Luz. “Yeah, but that was only for a few weeks and also, by our timeframe, seven years ago.”
“Come on, Amity,” Luz deflected, “Don’t you trust your wife?”
Amity smiled. Wife. Several months in and she still got giddy just hearing it. “My wife? Yes. My wife’s memory? Not so much.”
“Oh please, I could probably walk this path bli-AH!” Before Luz could even finish the boast, she felt her foot catch on a root, sending her tumbling to the ground. As she collected herself, she looked up to see Amity standing above her, struggling to maintain her composure. However, the moment they made eye contact, that battle was lost, and Amity doubled over laughing. Sighing in defeat, Luz reached beneath her cloak and nudged one of her pockets, from which a palisman in the form of a small purple snake, with green eyes, cat ears, and a shiny teal orb on its tail emerged.
“Okay, Stringbean,” she whispered to the serpent, “Could you scout ahead and make sure we’re headed the right way to get home?”
In response, the small snake brought its tail to its head in a mock salute and slithered into the air, flying into the dark canopy above. A moment later, Amity produced her own palisman, a white cat with blue eyes, which sat upon her shoulder. Amity whispered conspiratorily to the cat, laughter still in her eyes, and once she was done, the cat bounded off of her shoulder and followed Stringbean into the canopy, leaving the two of them alone. Luz eyed Amity suspiciously.
“Okay, what did you tell her?”
Amity smiled innocently, “Oh, nothing. Just asked her to follow Stringbean and make sure she didn’t get lost, too.” Luz leveled a poutful glare at Amity before closing her eyes with a groan. Amity just chuckled before sitting down next to Luz. “Don’t be too down, Luz. We’ve gotten way more lost than this.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Luz said. “At least we’re a little less lost than before, right?”
Amity stilled for a moment. “Yeah, I guess so,” she said, casting her eyes to the growing dawn above the treetops. She was silent for a moment. “Luz, are we sure about this? I miss Ed and Em well enough, and Titan knows how much you’ve missed your mom, but…we just gave up so much to get back to them.” she said, fingers brushing over where a parade of cats were embroidered into the hem of her cloak, and eyeing the snakes in the same place on Luz’s cloak. “I’m just worried it won’t be worth it.
Luz sighed, before reaching forward with a gloved hand that whirred and clinked silently as it moved and took Amity’s.
“We’ll just have to make it worth it then, won’t we.” Luz said softly, “Say it with me: We can fix this-”
“-Together.” Amity finished, smiling. “Thanks, Luz.”
“That’s what wives do.” Luz said, matching Amity’s smile while rubbing her thumb against Amity’s knuckles. Before anything else could be said, Luz heard rustling in the trees above them. “Looks like the kids are back.”
Just then, Stringbean and Ghost emerged from the canopy, returning to their respective partners as they stood up to greet them. Stringbean landed in Luz’s outstretched hand and let out a string of hisses.
“Ha!” Luz barked out, pointing at Amity with a playfully accusatory finger “We were headed the right way. I told you!”
Amity giggled at Luz’s antics. “Very well, Luz. You lead the way.”
With their direction set and Stringbean and Luz leading the way, they set off for their destination. Eventually, they could see the familiar sight of the Owl House through the trees. With home in sight, Luz remembered back to when this had all begun. The previous night and seven years ago, on the night of the Wailing Star…
The Wailing Star had a catch, Luz supposed. Nothing so cool as to bring books to life could have no strings attached, and a two-step-plan to life-ruining blackmail was absolutely a string.
When it turned out that anything brought to life could actually hurt you, as she and Amity just found out with Otabin… Well, that string may as well have been a rope.
Fortunately, through a series of events, including her briefly becoming two-dimensional, they had managed to turn the monstrously roided-out Otabin back to his normal, plushie-sized self. Once she closed the book and Otabin faded away in Amity’s arms, Luz slowly and achily- Seriously, tonight had been way more intense than she thought it would be- stood up from where she had landed after Otabin dropped her and walked towards Amity, smiling awkwardly when Amity’s eyes lifted from where Otabin had just been.
“So…uh…” Luz began, “Definitely glad those eyebrows were drawn in pencil.”
Amity’s eyes hardened. “They shouldn’t have been drawn on at all.” she scoffed as she started to walk back towards where they came from.
“Amity, wait.” Luz followed, keeping pace with the witch, green hair shielding Luz’s ability to see Amity’s face. “Look, about the diary. I- I didn’t know they were gonna do that,” she insisted, “I thought we were just gonna get up to, I dunno, wacky afterschool hijinxs, I didn’t know, and I wouldn’t have let them do it, you know that, right?”
Amity stopped, nearly tripping Luz in the process. “No, I don’t know that. As far as I know, all you do is bring me trouble,” Amity said, pointing a finger at Luz. “You, you showed up as Willow’s abomination, you showed up at the Covention, you showed up here, and-” she paused, and a pensive look crossed Amity’s face for a second before she closed her eyes and sighed. “Look, just- can you at least clean up this mess without making an even bigger one?”
Luz winced at the barb, the memory of scales on skin and a wrinkled pamphlet ghosted in her hands as she looked around at the scattered books and toppled shelves around them. “Yeah, I should, uh, should probably do that. Yeah.” she said awkwardly and glanced around. And as if on cue, the sound of more books toppling could be heard in the distance. “I, uh, might need some help with those bookshelves.”
Amity scoffed, “Fine. Whatever. Let’s get this over with before something else happens.”
And off they went, going through each moonlit aisle and cleaning up all the messes that Luz and the Twins had made, gathering up the various scattered books onto the return cart, and occasionally stopping to right a toppled bookshelf. Luz had been careful during their shenanigans to put every book back in its place. Apparently, the twins had been far less careful. Which made everything take that much longer than it needed to.
Luz had just picked up a copy of Fortress of the Forgotten Titan when she heard Amity call to her.
“Hey, is this your bag?”
Luz looked up to see Amity at the other end of the aisle pointing at where her yellow messenger bag was resting at the top of a bookshelf, partway open with a book that Luz recognized as her sketchbook poking out.
“Huh,” Luz cocked her head, “how did it wind up there?”
“Does it matter?” Amity said, “I’m assuming that’s a yes?”
“Yeah, it is.” Luz answered. “Be careful, I think it might be-” Before her warning could be heard, Amity had already spun a spell circle, and had begun levitating the bag down to the ground when the sketchbook, already loose, fell out and hit Amity on the head before clattering to the floor. “-open.” Luz finished, trying to suppress a giggle while Amity visibly tried to recompose herself. Luz failed, and broke out laughing.
After a moment, Amity stormed over to Luz, eyes scrunched with anger and her face a bright crimson, completely forgetting the sketchbook and the form emerging from it.
She shoved the bag into Luz’s arms.
“Shut it.” Amity bit out.
“Sorry,” Luz said, failing to suppress her mirth. “I couldn’t help it, that was absolutely perfect…” Her laughter died as she spotted something down the aisle.
No.
Ignoring Amity for a moment, Luz’s hand blindly scrambled for her pockets as she kept watch with wide eyes. She found purchase on a stray light glyph, and a small glowing orb flickered into existence. There, illuminated by the dim green glow of the enchanted books and the flickering light of the glyph was a statue of an angel, standing tall, imposing, hands before its eyes, and carved in chipped stone.
Luz’s blood ran cold. Even in the dim and flickering light of the light glyph, Luz recognized that statue.
“Amity, stay beside me,” Luz warned. Amity sputtered, before turning to see what had Luz’s attention. She jumped at the sight of the statue.
“What is that?” She asked.
“Um, a sketch I drew,” The human admitted, “Don’t take your eyes off it, it’s a monster from a sci-fi show.”
“Sai-Fai? What-?” Amity asked, and Luz bit her tongue a little. Not the time, Luz, she thought to herself.
“Space Fantasy!” The human replied haphazardly, ignoring the cry of her inner nerd. “Just- just don’t blink. It moves when it isn’t looked at.”
“Wha– That doesn’t—”
The light spell warbled somehow, and Luz’s eyes flitted to it before glancing back at the angel. Amity yelped. The angel was closer now, its arms now held open at its side, leaving its face uncovered. Luz racked her mind. How to stop it, how to stop it, how to—
Her eyes landed on an object just behind the angel. Her sketchbook. It was still laying open where it had landed.
“Amity, you can’t blink, blink and we’re dead.” Luz said, and the witch behind her gave a small frightened sound. “I’m gonna go for the sketchbook. If I can close it, that… that should get rid of the angel.”
“And if it doesn’t?” Amity’s voice was small, quiet, and Luz wished she could sound more confident when she replied.
“…Let’s hope it works.”
Squeaking a sound of confirmation, Luz’s eyes flitted to her sketchbook, strewn to the floor, and back to the angel. And a one– And a two— And—
“Allons-y!”
Luz leapt, feet springing into action as she scrambled around the angel and dove towards the sketchbook.
She landed just short, her hands just inches away from the sketchbook.
She scrambled forward, and the moment she had her hands on the book, an echoing scream rang out behind her for a split second, gone as quick as it appeared. She twisted around, sketchbook in her arms just in time to see the angel standing arms outstretched before an empty void.
“Amity!”
Amity’s head spun as she tried to process her surroundings, squinting and blinking as her eyes tried to adjust to the suddenly mid-day sun. Just a moment ago, she was facing off in the library alongside Luz against this Wailing Star-animated statue-thing and she was supposed to not blink, but she did, and then-...
She’d barely had the time to register she was falling before she hit the ground.
And now here she was, aching, tired, blinded by sunlight, and very much not in the library anymore. At least, she was as far as she could tell, given all the grass and dirt she could feel beneath her. But after a couple more moments, her vision cleared, and she sat up and finally took in her surroundings.
She was in a large clearing of grass surrounded by pine trees. Except, they were the wrong color. Instead of their normal red, the grass and trees were light purple. And the sky, the sky was the wrong color, too, being a green color instead of orange, and the spires of bone were…ok those were the right color, but everything else.
“Where am I?” Amity thought aloud. As she pondered that very question, something Luz said earlier came to her mind.
Don’t blink. Blink and you’re-
A heartbeat went by. Two heartbeats. Amity’s hands gripped the ground beneath, soft purple grass in her hands. “Am I dead?” She asked aloud, voice trembling and cracking. “Did it kill me, is this…”
The Emperor had often spoken of a world after death for the unfaithful and disloyal to the Titan, a place of eternal torment for the Wild and the heretical, but he had never mentioned any place for the faithful.
Was-was she in the Bad Place?
She climbed to her feet, face pale, stomach swirling. “Am I dead,” She repeated, asking the thin open air, and she took a wobbly step. “Am I— Oh Titan,” There was no one around to answer.
Probably because she was dead.
Suddenly, there was a low and droning crack, and she watched as the human suddenly appeared in the air, clutching a backpack and a book landed on her back in the open grass. Amity looked at her in horror.
“Ow,” the human ached from the ground.
Oh no, Amity thought, I AM in the Bad Place.
“Oh, that hurt,” The human groaned as she slowly sat up, flinching as she tried to open her eyes. “Oh, time travel never looked painful in the show,” She complained, leaning forward, but she shook her head. “Amity, you’re alright!” Luz said, scrambling to her feet, and the witch looked… confused.
“Are we dead?” The witch asked, voice cracking with stress, “Are we? You said blink and we’re dead and I blinked and we’re-”
“Not dead!!” Luz cheered. “I thought it’d kill us, but, but we’re fine! Oh, I am so glad I decided to watch Blink before Time of Angels.”
Amity looked at her with confusion. “What do you mean, ‘we’re fine?’ What did it do to us?”
“Oh, um, the angel is from this sci-fi show, I’m not, like, a huge fan but I’ve watched it a few times, they’re like, stone statues that move? Sometimes they kill you, but sometimes they—” Luz stopped as her face went pale. “Amity, where are we?”
“How am I supposed to know? It’s your drawing, human!” Amity snapped, grabbing Luz’s shirt. “Finish your sentence! Sometimes they what?”
Luz swallowed. “How, they-uh,” she stammered, before chuckling nervously. “They send you back… in… time…?”
Amity stared back, dumbfounded as the human’s impossible words echoed in her ears.
Mom’s going to kill me.
“How far?” Amity said, voice quiet with disbelief, and Luz looked at her with worry in her eyes.
“I don’t know.” Luz admitted, scratching the back of her neck as she shoved her sketchbook into her bag. “Just back, as far back as it can, I think. But we should be fine, right? Isn’t there, like, some kind of spell or magical amulet for time travel?”
“What? No! Why would you think-? Arghh!” Amity growled, frustrated at just how little this human knew. “Has the Owl Lady taught you nothing?”
“She taught me pickpocketing?” Luz admitted, “And not to fall for Chosen One prophecies.”
Amity groaned. “Why am I not surprised?”
“So… no time travel magic?” Luz asked dejectedly.
“No, we do not have time travel magic.” Amity said flatly. She would know. If time travel magic existed, Amity had no doubt that her mother would have used it as a form of punishment.
“Oh…” The human said, a strange glint in her eye. “Should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.”
Amity looked at the human before sighing. “Come on. We should probably figure out where we are.”
Luz chuckled, giving Amity a dry grin. “Don’t you mean when?” She said, throwing up finger guns at Amity. Amity fired a withering glare Luz’s way before turning to take a better look at their surroundings.
Everything was off. The grass, the trees, they sky. Everything except for the bones that towered from their horizon. Bones that Amity recognized.
“I think we might be near Bonesborough,” she said, "In any case, there’s gotta be a town somewhere. And Lilith’s been head witch a while; maybe we’ll be able to find her.”
“I don’t think Lilith and Eda are that old.” Luz smiled.
Despite herself, Amity still chuckled at that. “No, I don’t think so either. Now come on, let’s get moving.”
“Right behind you!” Luz said with a mock salute, and together they set off into the forest.
It wasn’t long into their walk that Amity realized two things. First, she had no idea where she was going. Second, was the deafeningly awkward silence between the two of them. Actually, the overall silence in general. Sure, there was the usual sound of birds and other things, but as close as she thought they were, they should at least hear something.
Apparently, Amity wasn’t alone in this thought, as Luz broke the silence moments later.
“Are the Boiling Isles usually this quiet?” she asked.
“No, they’re not.” Amity answered, before turning to Luz curiously. “Wait. Luz, how long have you been on the isles?”
“Eh, two weeks, I guess?”
“Two wee-” Amity was so surprised by Luz’s answer, she missed the root in front of her and was sent stumbling to the ground.
“Woah! Are you okay?” Luz asked, moving to help Amity up.
“I’m fine.” Amity answered as she rolled into a sitting position to gather herself. Luz offered to help her up, but Amity declined, getting up on her own and continuing on, with Luz following behind. “Seriously, though. Two weeks?”
“Yep,” Luz confirmed, “Wound up here trying to get out of going to summer camp. Why do you ask?”
“Nothing,” Amity lied, “I just thought you were just the Owl Lady’s kid that’s all.”
“Nope, I’m just her apprentice.” She answered, “Although I’m still confused as to why people keep assuming that…”
Probably cause you’re nothing but trouble, she thought to herself. With how much trouble Luz had caused her, Amity was certain she was going to be stuck with Luz for the rest of her life purely on account that Luz was going to get her killed.
Which, from a certain point of view, she had, Amity supposed.
“Did you say something, Amity?” Luz asked.
“Oh, um- Nothing!” Amity scrambled. Apparently she had thought that aloud. Mother would have had words with her for that. “So- uh,” she pivoted nervously, trying to sweep her gaffe under the proverbial rug, “How did the angel get you? You have the book with you. I’m assuming it got you before you could close it?”
“Yeah,” Luz said, “Something like that.”
There was something in Luz’s tone, but Amity couldn’t quite catch what it was. Ignoring it for the moment, she continued her questioning.
“So, what was that thing, the-uh Creeping Angel?” she asked.
“Weeping Angel.” Luz corrected before continuing. “It’s from a TV show in the human realm. They’re called that cause they cover their eyes to keep from looking at each other, it think? They can’t move when they’re being looked at.”
“Hence the whole ‘don’t blink’ thing.” Amity said, to which Luz nodded. “But wait, if they’re constantly covering their eyes, how do they hunt? How do they eat?”
“Oh, they feed by sending people back in time and feeding off the potential life they would have lived. Killing with kindness, I think was the line.” Luz answered.
“Ah.” Amity blinked, eyebrows scrunched in thought. “Wait, that- that makes no sense. How does feeding off someone’s potential life or whatever yield more energy than literal time travel?”
“It’s science fiction. Don’t question it too much.” Luz consoled before grinning smugly. “I guess I’m a decent artist though, if the Wailing Star could bring it to life.”
“You do remember that the Wailing Star can animate normal text too, right?” Amity deadpanned. “I literally just used that to save you, remember?”
“Oh…right…” Luz chuckled bashfully.
“Whatever.” Amity scoffed before looking around in confusion. “How far back did that angel send us?”
“I dunno. Hopefully it was nice and only sent us back a week.” Luz supplied cheerfully.
“Even you don’t believe that.” Amity shot back. “But no, seriously, we should be able to- wait-” Amity suddenly cocked her head, her ears twitching back and forth.
“What is-” Luz started, but was silenced by Amity raising a hand.
“I hear something.” Amity whispered, “Up ahead, I think it might be a town.”
“Really?” Luz perked up, “Yay! A town! People!” And before Amity could say another word, Luz bolted off. Amity took off after her, catching up soon after.
The two ran through the forest, and soon enough, the trees thinned out as the forest ended and opened up to a tall bluff overlooking a valley of vibrant purple trees, leading down from a line of trees into a distant bay. And nestled in the middle of the valley was a town. Exactly what they were looking for.
“Oh, this place looks cute.” Luz quipped, “Though it looks familiar.”
Amity agreed, this place was cute, and familiar. She eyed some of the buildings a little closer.
“This is Bonesborough,” Amity said, voice faint and quiet, eyes ghosting her surroundings. Simpler paint work on building walls, the highest buildings being two stories with the exception of one near middle of town, it all implied a simpler Bonesborough than Amity had ever known.
Glancing at the landscape, Amity’s brow furrowed. That was the Palm, and turning a bit, she could make out the Knee, which meant this was pretty firmly Bonesborough geographically.
“Oh, I remember that castle!” Luz’s voice said cheerfully beside her, and Amity glanced at Luz with confusion, before following her gaze and seeing an illustrious several stories-tall castle that looked vaguely familiar. As realisation dawned on Amity, she double-took at Luz’s next words. “We can’t be that far back then.”
“Can’t be- Luz, that’s, that’s a ruin in our time,” Amity said, raking her brain, and Luz spluttered a small noise.
“No, it’s—” She started, and Amity gave her a confused look just as something visibly clicked into place, Luz’s whole expression shifting. “Adegast.” She breathed quietly, with a bit of frustration, and Amity didn’t bother questioning it further.
Right now, she had bigger questions. She had always known that castle as a ruin, having burned down long before even her grandparents were born, always ruining what was an otherwise wonderful view from the Book Nook.
But the castle she was looking at, while certainly not new, looked well kept and maintained. From where she stood, she could see the distant figures of faraway people standing watch along the walls and parapets, while others made their way either in or out the front gate. And all the while something screamed at her from her memory. Something important. Something about how and when the castle burned down.
Her gaze swung back to the rest of the town. Bonesborough in her time was a vast and sprawling city. But this version of Bonesborough was absolutely quaint in how small it was. And the buildings that she recognized were all from the older parts of Bonesborough, dating back to at least its founding. Even the old wall with the Mawed Tower was there.
But there was something else. Something was missing. Where were the Coven banners?
Amity jolted as her stomach sank to her feet. She remembered when and how the castle burned down.
“Luz,” she said, turning to Luz as her voice shuddered, “we need to- huh?”
Luz was gone.
What the-? She thought, Where the heck did she-
“Hey Amity, hurry up!” Amity heard from below. She looked down to see Luz waving at her from partway down the bluff before she turned and started jogging towards the town, and certain doom.
“Luz, wait!” Amity called as she ran down the bluff after the human, catching up in no time. “Luz, stop!”
Luz stopped and turned around just in time to see Amity barreling down at her. Amity attempted to stop too, but she had built up too much momentum and tripped, Luz had enough time to let out a yelp as Amity, instead of stopping beside the human, barreled full-force into her, sending both of them tumbling down the rest of the bluff as a tangled mess.
“Amity!” Luz groaned, “What the-”
“The Savage Ages,” Amity said, voice shaky and frightened as she stood up gasping for air, “We’re in the Savage Ages!”
Luz blinked, once, twice. “The Sava-Whata? I don’t know what that means.”
“This—” Amity started, before instead clenching Luz’s arm, pulled her up, and started dragging the baffled human back towards the forest. Once they were safe behind the treeline, Amity continued, voice hushed and frightened, “Luz,” She whispered, “That-that castle you saw was burned down centuries ago, back before Belos tamed wild magic. This-This is the most bloody part in history.”
“Amity, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Luz said optimistically, “Savage is maybe a bit—”
“Luz, I don’t know how things were in the Human Realm,” Amity tried to argue, voice low and trembling, “But I’ve grown up hearing about the worst of wild magic. Someone could just snap and choose to kill us both and there isn’t any law to save us. It was a lawless, covenless, terrible time,” Amity said, voice cracking, and she took a step back. “We can’t ask for help!”
“Eda isn’t some killer,” Luz snapped, and Amity looked at her. “I get you’ve been told wild magic’s bad, but hey, I do wild magic, my light glyph, remember?” Luz pointed out, but Amity shook her head. “Oh, c’mon, do you wanna die being afraid?”
“I don’t want to die at all,” Amity said, voice hard as iron, “The Owl Lady is tame by these standards, she — These are dangerous times, we’re in danger, Luz.”
“We could at least ask around and figure out what time it even is!” Luz suggested, but Amity’s grip on her arm grew tighter. “Amity. You can’t let yourself be paranoi—”
“I am a Blight, I can let myself be anything I want,” Amity snarled, “And I am not getting myself killed because you wanted to go running around a town full of Wild Maniacs!”
Luz stopped, swallowing, and she nodded slowly. “But Eda’s not…”
Amity sighed. “Look, human. You said it yourself. You’ve only been here two weeks. Two weeks. You don’t know anything about our history. But I do. So, please believe me when I say it’s not safe here. Not even for you. Okay?”
Luz just stared back at her, and Amity hated that the human’s look of disappointment hurt her a bit, but she stood her ground.
Finally, Luz caved. “Okay, fine I get it. You know your history better than I do. But-” Luz raised a hand, cutting off Amity’s retort, “Listen, we both know we’re not getting home without help. Are you sure there’s no one here you feel safe asking?”
“I don’t-” Amity began, but then a thought occurred to her, “Actually, if we’re in Bonesborough, I might know of somewhere we can go.”
“Excellent. But first,” Luz rifled through her bag and, with a little flourish with her hands, she grabbed two wrapped snacks, passing one to Amity. “Granola bar?”
Amity blinked in surprise before grabbing the proffered snack. “Sure, though we should probably eat this while we walk,” Amity said, and Luz hummed in eager excitement.
“Oh, eso es un alivio, I’m hungry,” Luz admitted, tearing the crinkling plastic off the snack, “Lead the way, princesa.”
Amity nodded, and with her destination set, she guided Luz back uphill. If she was right, and the place she was thinking of existed, they should be able to get some help.
If she was wrong though, they were probably going to be here a long time.
Hopefully, that wouldn’t be the case.
Hopefully.