Chapter 150. Revisit

The clicking of carriage wheels as Caspian and Isaiah rode across a rocky land toward a large wall of white mist echoed through the land. It was the same white mist in which Caspian met the fairy queen five years ago. They were unaccompanied by royal guards or the councilmen as Caspian wanted this to be a one-on-one meeting with the queen of Papileo, just like before. Nothing grand. Nothing special.

Caspian held the reins tightly, staring forward with his brows slightly furrowed, and Isaiah sat in the cart with his head resting on a large, red pillow, a small pillow sitting across his face to block out the sun. The carriage slowed as the rocky ground beneath its wheels dulled into powdered sand. The wheels left long tracks across the sand and finally came to a stop before the tall wall of mist.

“Remind me why we have to go this way. Last I remember, there is a gorge in that mist that does a very good job of preventing people without wings from getting to Papileo, and rid