by Wendy Owens
“I love you too, Gabe.”
“You two do realize Haim and I are still standing here, right?” Uri moaned.
Rachel and Gabe smiled, the humor of their friend’s words not escaping them. “Shut up.” Gabe punched Uri in his shoulder as he replied.
“In all seriousness though, I want you both to know we’re with you both all the way. If we need to find this crown to stop Baal, then that’s what we’ll do.” Uri assured his friends, Haim nodding in agreement.
“We know, Uri.” Gabe said.
“So, let’s go already.” Rachel said, wrapping an arm around both Uri and Gabe. “We’ll get a safe distance from Mirada’s home and then, Uri, you can transport back and see if you can find us a ride.
The group began to walk towards the unknown. A path filled with ever increasing enemies, all hope resting on the idea of finding a weapon they knew nothing about. They had no other choice. The possible salvation of the world, not to mention their own lives, relied on finding the Guardian’s Crown.
