Green gas enveloped Kaira and she could hear the others choking around her. “Giska, what do we do?” she asked.

“I do not know,” Giska responded. “The land is covered with a green haze. I cannot see anything.”

If they didn’t get free of the poison soon, they would succumb to it, Kaira thought. “Birjanji, we must find a way out of this. Any ideas?”

“Walk beside me,” the horse replied.

Kaira swung off and grabbed a hold of her horse’s bridle. She looped a cloth around his nose to help him breathe and kept her other hand over her nose and mouth. “Everyone—dismount and hold onto your horse’s bridle!”

She heard a crunching noise and then felt Lance&rsqu...

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