Green leaves fall as the wind blows through the thin trunks of the trees in the forest.
The day is warm and the shadows of the sycamore-like trees provide a shade that makes one feel deceptively safe.
The group steps on the grass while talking to Aiden repeatedly, trying to keep the mixed-race young man conscious, he is dancing on the edge, wanting to sleep due to loss of blood but the pain is forcing his eyelids open.
Fawn's voice is light-hearted as she talks to the ashen-faced Aiden.
"Don't give up, remember the field of grapes you want to sow?"
"You said you wanted to drink sweet wine you made yourself."
"What of your dreams of flying like a great mage?"
Such a simple dream, something that many take for granted.
"Lay him down here."
I point to a shaded area with a clearing of trees ahead of us, the small field will prevent anyone from sneaking around us and encircling us.
