I suddenly trip on thick tree roots and land face first into
the damp earth. The soldiers’ footsteps come nearer, and then fade. They’re
barking in each other in the Elemental language, a language so ancient only the
royal family and their soldiers know. I sit up, taking in my surroundings. The
forest is damp and the air is humid, and it’s silent. Taking a deep breath, I continue
deeper into the woods, knowing I may as well be walking through the doors of my
own death.
~Erica∞
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