Charlie ran like a fugitive towards his grandfather’s place in the white mountains, with the rocky surface bruising his battered feet and the mountain air filling his lungs with a thirst for oxygen.
“Stop”
Charlie froze in his tracks at his grandfathers words.
“Look down Chicken Wing (He hated that name and was glad noone was around to hear it).”
The boy noticed that beyond the imaginary line the entire world looked different. The trees were more alive and the rocks were, well they were just rocks but he thought they looked different.
“You can’t come beyond this point, you belong to the Blue Star Kachina now, you cannot leave the fifth world.”
The old seer raised a bow and shot it through through the barrier into charlies chest, transforming him into a crow.
“Chicken wing, now go to J.D and tell him to kill the spider queen before the blue star crests or kill yourselves.”
The Sheriff, who was tied in a straight jacket in one of his own cells, had only one thought. “Have i been drinking?”