CHAPTER ELEVENCyra smiled gracefully, pleased that Rufus had shown interest in the quest. Her eyes brightened up with their glow, and she took two steps closer to Rufus, who stood still with his eyes staring at her.“The Island of Aeaea is located at the end of the ancient forest, far beyond the cursed mountains where the trolls lived. Circe chooses to live alone with her maidens where no mortal dares to trespass.”“Oh. That sounds far. How do I get there? Do you have a car or maybe a horse?” Rufus inquired anxiously, causing Cyra to chuckle instantly.“There are no cars here, Rufus. And the horses you speak of have all gone into hiding after the Mutants that came upon the forest.”“Oh,” Rufus mumbled in a little disappointment, and then he sighed heavily.“Worry not, Warlord. I know just the perfect means to get you there in no time.” Cyra said, igniting the sparkle of hope that was almost lost.“You might want to step back a bit.” She warned, but Rufus stood still, his mind harbor