Janelle
Two days of running had worn us all down to nothing, we were literally drained physically and emotionally with no ounce of strength left in our body and soul...
I crouched behind a fallen log, my servant's dress torn and muddy, watching Adrian pace like a caged wolf. We'd moved camps twice since leaving the rebel stronghold, always one step ahead of the hunting parties that seemed to multiply every day. The forest that had once felt like home now felt like a trap closing around us, everything around us feels weird and I can't really phantom it...
"We can't keep this up," Adrian said for the tenth time that morning. His royal bearing had cracked under the strain. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and stubble covered his jaw. "They're getting closer."
"We're safe here," I insisted, though my voice lacked conviction. "The magic protects this grove."
