Jude turned towards the entrance.
A wooden door appeared where the kitchen had been.
It was enormous, almost touching the ceiling. Its surface was covered in thirteen carved circles.
Twelve were dark.
One was silver.
And beneath them was a fourteenth mark.
A small crescent.
Sol stared at it.
His lips parted.
"Don't," he whispered.
The door opened.
Beyond it was the northern mountain.
But not the mountain Jude knew.
The entire slope was covered in wooden houses.
Hundreds of them.
Some stood among the trees, some were built into the rocks, and others hung from enormous branches.
At the centre of the settlement stood the twenty-first house from the drawing.
The house with the silver-leaf roof.
A little figure stood at its entrance.
Jude couldn't see its face.
But he could see the pendant on its wrist.
The figure raised its head.
And from somewhere behind Jude, the second Sol spoke.
"Now you can finally see where we began."
Jude turned.
