While Solar and Nicholai discussed the future arrangements for the Mirage Castle, Enzo and Rica were busy fishing with the pups at the side of the lake. The only ones walking around the perimeter of the lake were Darius and Dylan. The middle child didn't like the air in the castle, outside, and within the overall Mirage Territory. It seemed to be weighing down on his psychic abilities—the magic of witches.
Dylan was sitting on Darius's shoulders, his little hands holding the fingers Darius reached up high for him. The middle child was looking around, but he was not finding joy in this trip. He would rather stay in his sensory swing and move around to freak out Megan.
"Dylan… can I ask you something?" Darius hummed as they decided to walk along a tree that had lied down on the ground. "Does the name Sheratan ring a bell to you, Dylan?"
