The land ranged from hilly, to swampy, to desert. The Morins could be anywhere. He felt a tug at his pants leg and frowned. Looking down, he saw a dark-haired little boy. “Yes?” Who was this boy and where were his parents? “She told me to find you and tell you.” The boy was breathing hard and could hardly talk. His eyes were full of fear. “Who told you to find me? Tell me what?” “The white-haired female with the strange blue eyes. They caught her.” A woman from outside the command tent screamed out. “Sevoy!” She shoved the warriors in the tent out of her way and threw her arms around the little boy, picking him up and holding him. “I was so worried about you.” “Sorry, Mother.” “Who found you?” “The nice lady with the white hair.” “Ava? Did Ava find you?”
