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while before Folgoo said, “You seek Nemesis the Dragon.”
    Yarg nodded his head, waiting for Folgoo to make further comment. None was forthcoming, and they continued on in silence. Yarg had bent down to pick up a twisted stick that interested him when he noticed that Folgoo had stopped walking. His head was turned to one side, and he was subtly sniffing the air.
    â€œWhat is it?” asked Yarg.
    Folgoo shook his head, gesturing Yarg to remain silent. Yarg sensed something was about to happen because Folgoo looked directly at him.
    â€œYou are in danger. We must hurry to reach the border of the woodland,” he said urgently.
    By now also able to sense others drawing near to them, Yarg needed no encouragement. Branches snapped and young sprouts of grass were crushed beneath their feet as the two rushed forward, racing to reach the border.
    Yarg’s heart was pounding and he could hear Folgoo breathing heavily directly behind him, but soon these sounds were joined by the thundering of hooves hitting the woodland floor.
    Yarg turned his head to see what was chasing them. His heart leapt into his throat and began to beat a crazy tattoo at the sight of an angry centaur ferociously bearing down on them. Yarg was panting hard and his lungs had begun to burn, but still he pumped his stumpy legs and forced his big feet to move faster. Then his fat toe caught the gnarled root of an ancient tree, and he felt himself stumble. Growling loudly in frustration, he flung his hands out in an effort to break his fall. Just as he was about to hit the ground, massive hands grabbed him and flung him upward.
    As if in slow motion, Yarg somersaulted through the air to land with a jolt on Folgoo’s back. Folgoo staggered as the troll’s great weight hit, but he quickly regained his balance and surged forward in one smooth movement.
    Yarg frantically wrapped his arms around Folgoo’s neck, barely managing to hang on as they raced towards the border. Yarg worried that he might be choking Folgoo a little, but he didn’t dare ease his grip for fear of falling and being trampled by the centaur that pursued them. Folgoo put his head down and ran all the way out of the forest. He had almost reached the invisible boundaries of the next realm, when he was suddenly wrenched backwards.
    Yarg went flying over the centaur’s head. He landed with a great thump on the ground, banging his head in the process. “Ouch! A little warning would have been nice,” he protested in a grumble, rubbing a spot on his temple that was rapidly beginning to swell.
    Folgoo glared at him for a second before turning to their pursuer, who was now walking towards them. Straining to escape the invisible bonds that held him, Folgoo snapped impatiently, “Release me!”
    The centaur raised an eyebrow, but continued to walk steadily towards them, stopping just out of reach. “Why are you travelling with one as despicable as this?” he asked Folgoo, his tone soft, but deadly.
    â€œHis heart is not as corrupt as we have been led to believe, brother,” Folgoo stated simply, holding the gaze of the massive centaur.
    Yarg stood up and began to dust himself off. “I don’t know what all this fuss is about, but I’m going to see Nemesis,” he said to no one in particular. “I’m leaving now.”
    The centaur grunted and turned his attention to Yarg. “Did you or did you not hurt a Blue Bell fairy?” he demanded.
    Yarg looked at him for a moment and then shook his head as if to clear it. “At the moment, I can neither deny nor confirm anything about any fairy. All I know is that I need to see Nemesis.”
    The centaur’s eyes pierced his and he snorted. “So characteristic for one such as you … human-troll ,” he said, his tone implying great insult.
    Yarg scowled at him.
    The centaur turned towards Folgoo and said, “Come we must bring him before the