Peter nodded slowly. “Yes, Johann. We understand. Our house was destroyed entirely. Most of the roof is gone. The floor has either been crushed in by the gargoyles’ weight or ripped up by Nahgflint. For all we know, it’s burned to the ground by now.”
Taking a deep breath, he continued. “So, we do understand the desire to tell them all to leave us out of this fight.” Peter grabbed a fistful of pine needles, grimacing as he squeezed them hard. He opened his hand, palm down. While most of the needles fell back to the floor, many were sticking out of his hand like it was a porcupine. “The problem is this,” gesturing at his wounded palm. “Now it’s our fight, too. We may not have asked for it. We’d rather be left out of it. But we’re stuck with it now, like these needles in my hand.”
Long after the sun had set, Peter and Amy finished telling the Skulstads about what they had learned from Ercen and Kimar about the nature of their immense conflict. It was, ultimately, a fight for the survival of humankind.
“You’ve seen the hatred of humans that some gargoyles share. It nearly cost Freida her life,” Amy said quietly.
Heidi nodded nervously, her tears glittering in the firelight.
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