Chapter 97: “Altais”

They watched the gold melt

into a bright molten lake

on Thessaly soil.

Andromeda's compass broke

from the spinning needle's force.

North, south, east, and west

led to a golden river.

The old compass burned,

searing Andromeda's palm

as it fell in with the tools.

Draco grew tired—

putting his flames to bed

beside Lake Karla.

Andromeda winced in pain.

She said, "My father’s compass!”

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To be continued!