My legs ached, my arms were sluggish, my eyes heavy and mind numb.
“Sebastian,” I groaned.
"Shut up,"
“I'm tired!" I whined
The bastard doesn't even bother to look back and keeps walking. For the love of moon, its almost night! He didn't even let us stop for lunch and I just had to eat while walking.
"Why can't we just stop and sleep?" I ask him, indignation fueling my limbs to keep working.
"Because this is a long path," Sebastian says, I might just be imagining things but he sounds terse. "We can't waste a single second."
"Are there shorter paths?” I jog a little to match his pace.
"Yes," Sebastian says, staring straight ahead. "The shorter the path, the more dangerous it becomes."
I worry my bottom lip. If we take a shorter path, our chance of winning will... well, remain t
