The Obelisk

No way guys! We’re on Chapter 41?? I’ve written and you’ve read 41 Chapters?? 😮

-Chapter 41- 👊😎😎😎

“I’m so excited,” The colorful Shadowmane was whispering, bouncing lightly on her claws. “You’re going to be my first official friends outside of my own kin! Um, I hope so, at least,” she ducked her head to smile at them. “It’s not hard, right? To be friends with other kinds?”

“We’ll…” Rust began…

“Don’t tell me.” Nyx said. “I’ll just find out myself. I’ve already guessed—here you four are—and you’re obviously friends. So it can’t be too hard, right?”

Crimson let out a ginormous snort, but mercifully stayed silent. Nyx raised her eyebrows curiously, turned, and continued on.

Forest overheard a few Shadowmanes ahead, chatting quietly. He caught a few words from the conversation, and his own curiosity piked.

“What are the Ruins?” He asked finally.

“Only the hippest spot in all of Fjordur,” Nyx answered gleefully. “It’s so awesome and I love it there. I can’t wait!”

“Are we close?” Spark asked.

“Should be,” Answered another Shadowmane next to them.

“I’ve only been there three times so far,” Nyx said. “We visit Runheimr for lots of reasons, but truthfully“ —she lowered her voice into a mischievous whisper—“I think Father just likes to dance.”

“Dance?” Forest echoed, before Nyx shot her head up and squeeled, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Excitement radiated out of her scales. She grabbed the shoulder of the nearest Shadowmane, who winced and shoved her off playfully. “There it is! There it is!”

To be continued