Chapter 18

Fear bubbled up from his gut, but he pushed it down. Cedric knew what he had to do. The sun was rising, and if he didn't get a decent camp going with a high fire, the beasts would come.

"It's just building a camp, you've done this hundreds of times. Army training," he reassured himself. Undoing the straps holding down the bundles, he dismounted. One held a tent and sleeping sack, another food and a pot, and the third held the flint stones, clothes, and a few things he had taken from the Winter King's home.

Cedric looked around at the lifeless forest as the sun tried its best to break through the shadows. Where light did speckle through the dense intertwined canopy, it burned away little pinholes in the thick fog that surrounded Cedric's feet. Daylight meant the creatures would be hunting soon. A nervous rattle shook his bones at the thought of what else was living between the crooked trunks and dried bushes. If he could build a big enough fire, they would stay back.