Ona on Edge

[Ona]

I have not forgiven Tritus.

I’m not sure if I ever will, even if I can understand his motives.

But his sneaky inventiveness does come in handy sometimes.

“So explain to me again how this works?” I am sitting inside a long, slender glass carriage of sorts, riding on top of a set of metal “rails” that line the bottom of an old Sun Dragon trade tunnel. These old tunnels are circular, made of stone, and lead to almost every kingdom in the northern continent. Tritus hadn’t told me about this before because he had been trying to convince first our father, and now Primus, to go along with his plan for a high-sp