We've been on the move for days now, our ragtag group making its way steadily through the dense forest terrain. I can feel the weariness seeping into my very bones with every plodding step, but I refuse to complain. Greg shoots me concerned looks every so often, but I just give him a tight smile and shake my head. No need to worry him unnecessarily.
Truth is, despite my fatigue, there's an undercurrent of nervousness thrumming through me too. Because with each mile we put between ourselves and the remnants of the war zone, it becomes more and more real. This fresh start Greg has been so adamant about actually pursuing.
A complete reset from the only life I've ever known.
It terrifies and exhilarates me in equal measure.
We've just stopped to water the horses and rest our feet a bit
