Chapter 12
Alixa cursed under her breath as she stumbled for about the tenth time that day and struggled to keep up with the shadows ahead of her. A swamp. Of course, this Tri-Gard member would be hiding in a swamp. Like really? Couldn’t they have found a nice cave in the mountains or a hut on the sunny coast? No. They decided to make their home in a gator infested, breeding ground for disaster.
The murky swampland underfoot wasn’t the only hindrance to their travel. An ever encompassing, white mist clung to them, beading on their skin and soaking their clothing. The mist made it impossible to see more than four feet ahead and even to judge time. They had already been walking for hours and it must have been the middle of the day, yet only a pale imitation of sunlight made its way through
