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Firian
Firian tried to ignore the blisters on his feet. Surely they were bleeding into his boots by now. When they stopped, he would try to find running water and bind them. If anything, the pain reminded him of where he was going and anchored him to his surroundings. He’d grown too soft.
He jumped lightly up a cluster of boulders on the side of the path where his army trudged. Below him, heads bobbed as they moved by.
Higher than some of the smaller trees, he knew he was conspicuous, should anyone else be traveling in these mountains, and he didn’t care. Belik would tell him he could just use his extra ability. The thought made his blood curdle, so he pushed it away.
Even at their worm’s pace, they would arrive in less than two weeks. Brithnem. What had Kiria said? It meant Beauti
