“Brutus? Brutus,” April stammered to keep from over reacting.
The small boy watched her. He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt like any other child might. But Brutus didn’t blink, his dark black eyes were motionless, and somewhere from deep in his throat he made a buzzing sound.
Something swished through the grass startling them both.
“We have to go,” Brutus said, “before Jacob finds us.”
“Who’s Jacob?” April asked.
Brutus grabbed her by the hand and started to tug. “Please,” he begged. “Jacob is bad. We have to go.”
Thinking it best to argue later, April let Brutus lead the way. He seemed to know exactly where he was heading, though they couldn’t see past the grass. The two of them emerged onto a beach with the sun high over head. Brutus let go of April and ran across the sand. He reached a large piece of driftwood, that turned out to be a boat. The boy had incredible strength, flipping the entire thing over and dragging it into the water.
“Eg, eg,” Brutus grunted and pointed to the paddles still laying on the beach.
April obliged, grabbing the paddles and tossing them into the boat. She tried to help push the boat further along, but a wave lifted it along with her. Rather than fall into the water, April threw herself into the boat, head over heels. When she regained her orientation, lying on her back, Brutus sat over her watching.
“We’ll be safe when we get to my fort,” Brutus said. “Jacob isn’t allowed inside or else.”
“Why is Jacob so bad?” April asked.
“He just is,” Brutus replied. “Trust me. If he knew you were here, he’d take you away.”
“Away to where?” April asked. “Somewhere bad?”
“Don’t worry,” Brutus said. “We’re almost there.”
Brutus had been rowing this entire time, and now April noticed they were going at a disturbingly fast pace. Ahead of them, the approached a thick fog. The little boat whisked into the mist. The temperature dropped and April started to shiver. Then suddenly a massive wall of ice appeared in front of them. It stretched in all directions beyond the eye could see.