After that we were on the road again the next morning. It may not seem like much time to stay in that kind of situation but for us every second dragged slowly, every breath taken filled with fear that it would be our last.
I stared at the boy's back that entire night.
The rattling of the carriage, the stomping of the horses, the chains, any high sound would make us jump, especially if there were voices in the mix.
All kids had watched what happened yesterday. All avoided me like the plague.
Could not blame them.
I look beside me to the almost invisible dark elf boy thrown in the corner, his face covered not only by the darkness but for the total lack of expression on his face, his breathing steady and calm, but since my eyes did not leave him for a second I still saw the sweat that coated his body beforehand, and I knew he wasn't doing as well as he wanted to portray.
