Taken. Isra had been taken from them. It was no wonder then, that Fable had not responded to his cry. No doubt, the dragon was protecting his queen. Still, Pan has to wonder where she had been taken to. In his time at Novus, the boy has seen every court, and he had no idea where to start looking for a mermaid and her dragon. As he puzzles through it, the boy remembers the map. Drawing it from his bag, he stretches it out against the flagstone hearth, seeing dots popping up across it, each one labeled with a name.
We can use this, he offers suddenly, a note of optimism in his voice as he scours the map for the queen’s name. It shows us where everyone is… but… I don’t see Isra on here. Where do you suppose he took her? Where, indeed? Clearly, Isra wasn’t being held in the capital, for otherwise, the map would show her location. It wasn’t much to go from, but it was at least a start. Gulping with a determined look on his face, Pan turned to face the strong and beautiful mare who had called them to the temple this night.
I’ll help you find her… just tell me how I can help, and I’ll do it. There is a resolve in the boy as he juts his chin forward and clenches his teeth against the inside of his lip to keep from crying. Too many tears had been spilt recently, and Pan needed something to keep his mind off of the horrors of Novus. He needed a project where he could feel useful, and perhaps this quest to find the queen of darkness was exactly what the doctor ordered. Looking around him, the boy senses the same resolve in the others, and he knows… together, they will prevail, one way or another.
