Hunting for Destiny
Chapter 1
“You don’t really believe all that stuff about Dryads and witches being about again, do you?” the voice emanated in an undertone from the heather to Hadrin’s side, its owner a partially concealed boulder of a man whose face was striped in blue woad paint. Hadrin shook his head, raising his finger to his own half-painted lips, gesturing at his best friend to stay quiet.