The question nagged at Finn as he followed Uxio through the forest.
Was it some form of prophetic scrying? A result of the interplay between Osmund's space fragment and time itself? Or had the short man simply read the inevitability of Finn's situation and deduced the logical conclusion?
Regardless of what it was, Finn didn't like any of those answers.
He swatted at a bug as they walked deeper into the forest. They'd been walking for twenty minutes now, and the direction bothered him. He'd assumed they would head toward the Anaelle settlement on the other side of the southern end — the place where Uxio and Vrylla presumably lived along with the rest of their people.
Instead, they were going the opposite direction. Further away from civilization. Toward the extreme edge of the island.
