Chapter Thirty-Seven
Marl sat down across from Oritas and said, “Two days of this has been harder than I imagined.”
“Yes, but his reaction time seems to be slowing. And switching riders and directions they bolt from the keep was a good idea.”
“The food is nearly gone. Even if Aldrei stops chasing us, and we could get a rider away, we might all be dead from starvation,” Marl said, sipping a coffee.
Oritas looked resigned to what fate had to offer. “We will fight to the end; you’ve given us a chance my friend. We better get out there.”
Marl stood and followed his friend out of the mess.
The fog wall, as it did every morning at sunrise, seemed to glow.
By the gate, Elora sat astride her horse, its breath curling from its nose, as its hooves stomped. Her mount had always loved to run, a
