The thick forest near Curt. Curt.
"For how long would we continue?"
Kira was the first to speak that time. His face was pale and his heart giddy. It seemed as though he was going to collapse under the unseen burden weighing down his strong will to survive. Things weren't seeming the way they used to be.
Twasnt quite a wonder that the eight of them were still very much alive. All thanks to their leader. If they hadn't made a circle around their foe, or if they had fought independently, they wouldn't had made it in group thus far.
Kira watched the last person walk out of the cave. Twas just the break of the dawn and they were set to move on.
The leader had been standing at the base of a tree. But there were two curves behind that tree. One of the paths was grassy and lone and the other was wanted wear just like Robert Frost described in his "The Road Not Taken".
