A prickle of warning tingled along the nape of his neck as they passed a tight cluster of ash trees on the fourth day in Alahanai.
For days the routine of the first inside the forest were the same. A quick breakfast and a long march through the green light between massive trunks that reached far past his sight, followed by camp set-up, dinner, and sleep. Einith slept like the dead every night, exhausted after the long walk through the monotonous day, but it wasn’t with easy dreams. The shadows and overwhelming power settled heavy in his bones.
The track they followed seemed to never end, either. Well, track was a very loose concept. The dark loam floor was featureless. How Tae guided their little party was beyond Einith’s knowledge. Maybe he could smell where others passed before? An abs
