"Something is not right here." Kira said but lowered her voice to a whisper when she remembered the Vudga's messenger standing by the doorway, "How can Lord Vudga send for you? Why now, Clare? This is not right. Maybe he knows our plan already?"
"That's impossible," Ham said.
He walked towards the two women, voice lowered. His arms were slagging and his eyes looked as if they would bulge out of his skull any moment. It was hard to tell what the boy had gone through, but Clare was certain of the vision.
She had seen him raising out from the sand, with the yellow face of the sun shining brilliantly behind him. The people of Miens had surrounded him, calling out his name with joy and happiness that has never been seen or heard of in the entire land. He was their messiah, and the one to stand against Lord Vortex. He must be.
He should be.
