"Busted, completely."
Keith said, kneeling down in front of the carriage.
"We can see that, asshole," Maria snapped.
The entire rear end of the carriage was crushed. The wheels of the carriage had turned into grated cheese while the bumper and the springs had either become a free pile of firewood or had gone far far away in the trees. If a mythical spring tree grows here in the future, one would know who to thank.
Keith dusted his clothes and stood up straight. All the bags with our luggage had already been pulled out, but there were seriously too many of them for us to carry back home.
As if to put salt on injury, it was just the time we had chosen a longer route that took five days instead of three to get to Apollon. There wasn't a particular reason behind it other than to check some new roads out which could be developed.
"We're already too far in, huh?"
