Step by step, Fen was getting deeper and deeper into the forest. For some reason, as soon as he and Arla split from the rest of the group, the mouth of the leader of the people group that attacked them closed.
For over an hour, the young man was tormented by the complete lack of idea of what was happening. Was it all a ploy to separate the most capable fighter from the rest of the group and overwhelm him with numbers? Or maybe the words that the leader uttered back at the caravan's original camp were true, allowing the young man to have some hopes for the future?
Walking beside him, Arla didn't look happy either. With her eyes tracking the earth in front of her feet, the girl exuded an aura of defeat, clearly anxious about the same things that bothered Fen's mind.
"Okay, we should be deep enough to have some peace."
