Branches scratched overhead, wind hissing in the canopy above as he sweated his way up and down slope and dell. It was long neglected, the giant clan that built it vanquished over a thousand years ago, great clumps of moss and mushroom growing between crumbling flagstone.Įven in the darkness he felt too vulnerable on this wide road, and soon slithered down its steep bank and slipped amongst the trees. He followed the giantsway for a while, the stone-flagged road that connected the kingdoms of Ardan and Narvon. He looked up at the forest, a wall of impenetrable shadow he pulled his cloak tighter and walked into the darkness. I have come this far, I will see it through. He felt a moment of vertigo, as if standing on the edge of a great chasm, and the world seemed to slow, waiting on the outcome of his decision. It would be so easy to turn back, to go home and choose another path for his life. Beyond the forest’s edge he could still see the stone circle, behind it the walls of Badun, his home, its outline silvered in the moonlight. He was scared, he had to admit, but who would not be? What he was doing this night would make him traitor to his king. The Year 1122 of the Age of Exiles, Wolf Moonįorest litter crunched under Evnis’ feet, his breath misting as he whispered a curse.
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