don’t have all day, and I want to send word for Yelah as soon as we can,” Jordan said.
“Yelah is the dragon queen, right?” I asked.
“Yep, and I want her to meet you. If we’re going up against a dark fae with who knows how many at his side, I want the dragons to stand with us. Yelah will fight with us, because it’s the right thing to do and because she owes me.” Jordan smirked, and I wondered if she’d be that cocky around the queen of dragons.
I was already intimidated just from hearing about her.
“We’re here to meet with several people, but if Yelah won’t come to the earth sector, I’m not willing to allow Kali to go to the fire one in order to find her. While I have no doubt that she’s capable of handling her own, there are far greater risks, and before we venture out of the neutral territory, your whole team needs to be together,” Stryx said and surprisingly, Jordan didn’t disagree.
My fluffy little friend seemed to be the only person she didn’t argue with.
When we were all standing before the gate, Oliver stepped forward and placed his hand on what I thought was a lock of some sort. He flinched and hissed, causing me to take a step forward, but Jordan grabbed me.
“He’s fine. Just wait a minute.”
I did as she said and sure enough, when he finally pulled his hand back, a grin graced his face and the gates began to open. “Welcome to the Otherworld peace sector.”
I’d heard bits about this place during my training, and as soon as we stepped aside, I realized that none of it had been exaggerated.
All had appeared quiet from the outside, and the only visible building had been the castle, but as soon as we stepped foot inside, chaos of the best kind erupted in front of us. My mind instantly tried to make sense of it all, but there was no use.
The Otherworld is filled with magic unlike that within Arvayta. It pulls from its inhabitants and is a mix of many different races, which means it’s capable of so much more. There is a shield around this entire area that keeps it invisible from anyone on the outside, Stryx said within my mind as I continued to take in everything around me.
The gates we went through provide the only entrance into the sector and would not have let us pass if it sensed any threat. This area of the Otherworld is the only known location where creatures from all over can congregate and feel safe. Outside its walls, it is every being for themselves with no laws to say otherwise unless someone is trying to offset the balance.
Like Alaryk? I replied.
Yes, he threatens the balance, and you’ll find that even the most unexpected allies may surface in order to help us end him before he gets to you.
Interesting. I eagerly looked forward to meeting the creatures he hinted at, but first, I took a few minutes to truly appreciate where I was.
As my eyes ventured around, the castle was the first to grab my attention again as it seemed to glow under the sun above. The golden hue sparkled all over the pearlescent structure with three turrets and probably over one hundred windows ranging in sizes.
People all around us strolled from one place to another, seeming to take their time and socialize as they went. Nearest to our group was a marketplace and where Jordan seemed to be headed. There were booths lining at least ten rows that seemed to go on for as far as the eye could see.
Some of the booths were named with things I’d never heard of nor understood, but others were easy enough to get the gist of what they might offer. Messenger was the one Jordan stopped at while my gaze perused a few others like spells, hexes, and bones. My entire body shivered as I wondered where they got the bones from and what they might be used for.
“I need a message to be sent to Queen Yelah as soon as possible. Please let her know Jordan is in the peace sector and needs to speak with her right away,” Jordan said to what I thought was nobody until a gnome appeared from behind the counter standing on a ladderlike structure that seemed to move with him like extended legs.
“As soon as possible will cost you. What do you have to offer?” the gnome grumbled.
Jordan