Away from Curt. Fort of the evil Apes.
"Few more days, and I'll survive."
The old man with bounty beard said. Hava.
He was sitting on the branch of a tall tree. Even he had no idea of how he had gotten there.
The only thing he could point out was the fact that, problems would help you figure out your strength whether or not you want to.
He was scared at the top. He should be. He was way too old for such thing he was doing.
He should be at the fortress of the Monarch telling but moon tales and several myths to the young ones.
But fate was cruel to him. He probably would use his life to set this right for the people. If that was the sacrifice, why wouldn't he do it willingly?
He was waiting patiently. He had left the fort of the apes and they had stopped pursuing him. He had tricked them times weary of counting numbers.
