The Whispering Maps of Roma Land

Previously

…Just as she reached the other side, a shadow detached itself from the mist. Silas Vane, his face a mask of fury, stood on the last stepping stone, his eyes burning with a predatory intensity. "You cannot escape me, girl!" he snarled, his voice a guttural rasp that barely carried over the roar of the falls. "That map belongs to me!" Helene didn't reply. She turned and ran, not looking back, her legs pumping furiously. Orion flew ahead, his calls guiding her towards a clearing beyond the mist. She could feel the map fragments thrumming in her hand, a silent promise of what was to come, and a desperate plea to protect it. The race against time, and against Silas Vane, was far from over.