Sorry I was inactive yesterday; I took some time off to study for the last of my exams and catch up with my work/organization. To make up for it, here’s the next part of Unmortal! 😀 I’m really excited to write the next few parts of the story, this is a part I’ve always wanted to get up to. Enjoy!

The path winded through endless forest, around twisted trees and burnt stumps charred almost beyond recognition. Nephthys and Arion had quickly caught up to the others, and now Winter flitted between the tree trunks, her blue aura lighting the way for Artemis to lead. Cara-delle was nowhere to be seen.

“Why is it so dark?” Amarantha whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” Dee whispered back.

“It’s dark because it’s nighttime,” Artemis called back from up ahead, her luminous green eyes shining from the shadows. “You just haven’t noticed the time difference.”

Arion could detect faint silvery moonlight penetrate the darkness. Sure enough, the trail bordered a huge lake, moonlight reflecting off the soft waves that lapped at the grassy shore. For a moment, too, he thought he heard Artemis give a sigh of regret, but he figured he must’ve imagined it, because the cat hybrid didn’t stop, or even spare a glance at the water.

Winter gave a squeal of delight as she noticed something and extended her wings, disappearing into the foliage. “Shouldn’t we catch up to her?” Arion suggested when no one did anything.

“This is her home,” Artemis replied. “She knows her way around better than she knows her own wing design. She won’t get lost.”

A large block building rose in front of them, and Artemis skirted to the side, leading them to the front. Standing on the sidewalk by the doorway with no door, he gazed out at the small town.

‘Small’ was hardly the best word for it, but it was all he could say. Rows upon rows of houses extended on his left and his right, forward as far as he could see. Between these two rows was a playground, and beyond that, a school. Arion figured there was more beyond that, but he couldn’t see it. A simple network of roads connected it all, and soft orange street-light pooled on wooden benches and flattened grass beneath old trees.

“Are you coming inside?” Nephthys nudged Arion. “You’ll have more time to explore in the morning, when there’s more to see, but for now we need to eat and get some rest.”

“But I’m not tired yet,” Arion objected.

“The time difference’ll catch up with you soon.” Nephthys grinned. “Trust me, you’ll regret not sleeping on time.”

Arion sighed. “Fine, as long as I’m allowed out when I wake up.”

“When morning comes, child.” Nephthys pulled him inside.