It was a peaceful day, and the birds sang while Icefire went about their duties. Suddenly, the tranquility was broken. . . “Blaze! Blaze!” Smallthorn shouted, running up to his friend. “What is it Smallthorn?” Blaze asked, worried by the desperation in his voice. “Where’s Faith?” “She just we...
Yawning, Blaze stood up slowly, careful not to wake his still dozing godchild. It almost hurt to leave Springthorn alone like this, but Blaze knew he had to continue his duties. Climbing out of the nursery tree, he casually made his way over to the food pile, where he picked out a healthy looking...