The nights felt cold from the constant rains, the valleys filled with streams of water; the farther they walked, the more they felt nearer to the sea, running back into their boats which will give them security.
“Daelan, Daelan this should be the place where we left them.” Said Luciel
“Deagmund,” Tiffney called out.
“There is no reply from any of them,” Davina said. Already taking the back of the woods to see if they are cutting logs.
They enter the place to find the fire sitting in the center of the wooden room with the kettle totally burnt. Terrin frustratedly kicks the door screaming in pain for not taking his son away and allowing Daelan to train him, everyone sits inside the wooden cabin; silence fell in the group with everyone lost in their own ocean of thoughts.
The compass begins to beam to the northwest facing the kingdom of Garcia, Ghost shows the compass to Terrin.