Chapter Twelve

"Mandy! Can't you use a little big magic? Please? We've been walking for three days now and my feet are sore!" I whined to Mandy who was cheerfully walking as if nothing was the matter.

"Lady," she started impatiently, "big magic is not something to toy with. Be patient and we will get into an inn."

"An inn…Mandy, we have no money. You have to remember that."

It has been like this for three days. I kept trying to persuade Mandy to use big magic to fly us to Bast. What are fairies for? The trip to Bast from Frell is about three days. If you know the twisting shortcut. Five days if you have a carriage. And we don't have both of those. I planned to take the road from Jenn, to the elves' forest. Bast is near the forest and I knew the way from Jenn. If we were to fly, we would get there tomorrow. But unfortunately, Mandy doesn't want to. I considered calling Lucinda but Mandy didn't want me too. She ordered that I would not think of that ridiculous idea again.

I remembered, all of a sudden, the baker in Jenn.

"On foot? With ogres and bandits around?" When he first said that, I was still optimistic and ignorant of it. But then, ogres captured me. When I think of it now, I shudder. Ogres trying to get every part of you are horrid and scary. It would give you nightmares. I'm scared when I think of it. And I'm scared every time I think that Mandy and I would be captured. I have nothing with me and Char, I know won't be there to rescue me. I only have my bags and a fairy who won't do magic even if I was captured.

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