Through tired eyes, I noticed the village peering through the mist. After day’s of travel, little food and water, my legs ached.
Just a little longer.
The mist was a cool blanket on my skin. The stones beneath my bare feet ice cold. I wrapped my filthy cloak tighter around me, savoring the warmth as I slowly followed the path.
Just a little longer.
I kept my eye’s on the village, hoping I’d...