Thunder: I cry out in pain. "Master, please, we must help her!"
NICKOLAS: "She must come back with The Moss. That is her task."
"You didn't specify dead or alive!"
"That would give away the twist, Thunder Bolt. Hush now," I am worried. The Moss can't be killed, if it gets any wrose, then yes, I will go after her myself.
The Moss: I roar in pain and scratch at her, moss spreading from my claw tips, taking root in her shirt.








