Chapter 269 Lisa: The Farmhouse

LISA

The entire world shakes and shudders, and I wake with a jolt. "Earthquake!"

"We landed, you idiot." Elverly scowls at me. "Next time, don't use me as a pillow."

"Don't take her vitriol seriously, Lisa. She's the one who covered you with a blanket." The Grand Sage nods toward me, and I glance down, surprised to see a flannel fabric about as large as a baby's blanket.

She yanks it off me with a huff, folding it and tucking it under her arm, where it disappears.

I blink.

"Where did it go?"

"Dimensional storage," The Grand Sage tells me, pushing different buttons. The vibration of the room ceases. "Stay here. I'm going to check on matters, and the cloaking device isn't enough to cover everyone outside."

A hatch above us creaks open, letting in a sliver of light that makes me squint. I hold my breath, not daring to move as the Grand Sage maneuvers his way between Elverly and me. His robes brush against my arm, and I catch a whiff of something herbal—sage, maybe?

Funny. Sage for sages.

As he climbs, I can't help but stare at the rungs he's using. Were those there before? I wrack my brain, trying to remember if I'd noticed them during our journey, but come up blank. It's possible they were there all along, hidden in the shadows of this cramped space.

But it's more probable that they popped out of the wall when he was pressing one of those many buttons.

Grand Sage's feet disappear through the hatch, and I strain my ears, trying to catch any sound from above. The silence remains unbroken, broken only by

you think—" I whisper, but Elverly cuts me off with a sharp

quiet. Got

together, fighting the urge to fidget. The waiting is excruciating. How long has it been since the Grand

snaps me back to the

opens wider, and I blink against the sudden influx of light. The

his words are grim. "You

rungs with practiced ease. I follow more hesitantly, my muscles protesting after being cramped for so long. As I near the top, I can't help but look down, curiosity getting the

a part of it.

We're in what looks like an old barn, dusty sunlight

did we magically land inside a

know

hadn't just climbed out of it, I'd never believe it could fit three people inside, plus all

are we?" I ask, unable to contain my curiosity

go far. About two hours' drive from the heart of the

happy to be here." Glancing around, I ask, "Are you

It certainly seems quiet.

bracelet onto it. Elverly gets the same treatment. "This is in case we are parted. If anything happens, come here and press the green button on your bracelet. It's programmed for the next destination. Don't wait for any of us, even if you're the only one

I can't imagine leaving

Use a pseudonym,

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dart around, taking in the vast expanse of farmland stretching out before us. Horses and cows graze peacefully in nearby paddocks, oblivious to our status as refugees. A cluster of beat-up trucks sits in

is palpable, and I can't help but share her sentiment. This place seems a little too worn down to be considered a

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