"Ugh…"
The groan cut through the heavy silence. Everyone turned toward Andrew, who was now slumped on the ground.
His arm was still skewered by the stone that had stabbed straight through him. Maria was the first to reach him and shook his shoulders with trembling hands.
"Andrew? We will send you back now. Stay awake."
Andrew let out a weak chuckle. "I think I lost all my luck here."
"No. What luck? There is no such thing in this world, only effort and hard work! So you stop talking nonsense like that!"
She spun toward Seamus. "Why are you just standing there? Help your father."
Seamus jolted. "Sorry." He turned to Madeline.
"Can you teleport him back to the orphanage? Or teleport all of us?"
Maria snapped, "Are you out of your mind?!/Some of us still need to help the villagers here."
"Right." Seamus ruffled his hair, fingers trembling slightly as he tried to steady himself.
