第二十三章：再过一天(2)
我是个叛徒，我看不到结局将会怎么样......23. ONE MORE DAY
Far away on the little isle of Hero’s End, a boy lay stretched out unconscious on a beach.
Camicazi was right.
HICCUP WAS ALIVE.
He only had one day left now.
One day until a King would be crowned on the Doomsday of Yule.
One day to persuade the Guardians that HE was the King and not Alvin the Treacherous.
And he had no Things. Not a single one.
How would he ever get to Tomorrow?
For the Druid Guardian had closed up the borders of Tomorrow. He had called up his Guardian Protectors to defend the island of Tomorrow from any being, human or dragon, who might dare to try and set foot on the island now the Heir had been found, and the Crowning of the King was about to commence.
Far away on the little isle of Hero’s End, a boy lay stretched out unconscious on a beach.
Camicazi was right.
HICCUP WAS ALIVE.
He only had one day left now.
One day until a King would be crowned on the Doomsday of Yule.
One day to persuade the Guardians that HE was the King and not Alvin the Treacherous.
And he had no Things. Not a single one.
How would he ever get to Tomorrow?
For the Druid Guardian had closed up the borders of Tomorrow. He had called up his Guardian Protectors to defend the island of Tomorrow from any being, human or dragon, who might dare to try and set foot on the island now the Heir had been found, and the Crowning of the King was about to commence.
冰九囚笼二十六
