*Amaya*

I dropped Wren’s hand the moment we cleared the hill. Bludleach was so close and the journey had been so long and tiring. I was ready for it to be over.

From this distance, Bludleach looked idyllic like a fairy tale. Almost as if the buildings were made from gingerbread and the streets were paved with gumdrops. With a name like Bludleach, I expected it to be frightening with blood dripping from the windows, and the buildings made from ...