-William-
It was hot. The sun was burning us, and the water quickly ran out as we traveled through the Death Path. The black sand got in our eyes and mouths, making it even harder to breathe and see, yet the wind did nothing to cool us down. Instead, it felt like being breathed on by fire, intensifying the heat from the sun.
Most of the men were walking on foot, while the commanders had horses. I had secured one for Cole as well. No one was happy about that, but I wanted to keep him close at all times. I had to ensure his survival. He was so young and had his whole life ahead of him. It wasn’t fair that he had to die here among people who hated him for his beliefs and the way he honored his gods with tattoos.
“How much further?” Cole asked.
I could see he was starting to struggle as we
