nothing?”
“Just because you haven’t developed psychic abilities doesn’t mean it hasn’t worked. They could still feel a draw toward you . Another possibility is that maybe you have to be closer to them to sense it. They’re in the supernatural dimension, no doubt. Maybe you need to at least be in the same dimension.”
“Then will you take me?” I asked. It had been so long since I’d last seen Bastien. Anything could’ve happened to him by now. All this waiting and preparation could be totally wasted if I didn’t get to him soon.
“Okay,” Mona agreed. “Let’s head to the supernatural realm and see if anything becomes clearer…”
Victoria
W e visited my parents one last time in the hospital, informing them that I had taken the elixir, and assuring them that nothing terrible had happened to me. I was still myself. And we told them that we had to pass through the portal to the supernatural dimension now.
We embraced and they told me to be careful, even if I was traveling with Mona—and Brock, who had volunteered—before the three of us headed off. We arrived at our usual stopover place for entering the supernatural realm—the little island that led directly to The Trunchlands. We shot through the vacuum, landing on the other side, just beyond the borders of the ogres’ kingdom.
Rising to my feet, I steadied myself and gazed around. This beach had typically been empty when I had come here in the past; the ogres really didn’t seem to come outside their walls much. But now, I caught sight of a group of ogres in the distance, marching in our direction. We ought not stand here more than a few minutes.
I closed my eyes, trying to still my mind and focus on Bastien again. Then on his mother.
Well… we were in the supernatural dimension now, and I was still not feeling any mystical “pull”. I felt blank as ever. I hadn’t the foggiest idea of where Bastien or his mother might be. I was tempted to suggest to Mona again that I take another drop of the elixir she carried in her bag, but I didn’t. It was best not to pressure her.
Even in spite of the unexpected lack of psychic abilities, Mona was strangely still convinced that the elixir had worked in creating a bond. She repeated that perhaps I simply wasn’t strong enough to sense them, but they would be strong enough to sense the connection to me.
And so, as before, I had no choice but to blindly trust in her words.
But now we had the obstacle of figuring out exactly where we ought to look first. We all supposed that The Woodlands would be the logical place to start. Even though his mother had carried Bastien off in the opposite direction, we could stop by The Woodlands first and see if anyone there had a clue. Maybe someone in Blackhall mountain would know something.
We left the ogres’ beach and traveled to the outskirts of The Woodlands. Here, I asked Mona and Brock to make us slow down, so that I could take in our surroundings and figure out the way to Blackhall mountain. Although by now I’d visited The Woodlands a number of times, it was still a challenge to navigate the landscape from a bird’s eye view—with so many trees, much of it looked the same.
I asked them to soar around the outskirts for a little, and as we traveled over the beaches, I caught sight of two figures near the waves. They stuck out for me, because they were the first signs of life I’d spotted by the shoreline.
“Can you dip down there?” I said. “I want to see who they are.”
They swooped down with me. As we came closer, my heart practically stopped. Sitting there was a male and a female. And I recognized the male. His head was a tangle of curly black locks, and his body, his strong physique… It was Bastien. And the girl next to him?
As we moved closer still, I realized that it was Rona. They were sitting next to each other near a pile of boulders, apparently deep in conversation.
“Hey! Bastien!” I called out, as we touched down on the