Change of path

For the last several days, the rebel army had marched relentlessly, pushing their bodies to the brink in their desperate bid to escape. From the first light of dawn until the shroud of night fell, they pressed forward without respite. Only when darkness rendered further progress impossible did Inor allow his men to stop, collapsing onto the cold earth in exhaustion. The few hours of rest they could snatch felt fleeting, a cruel tease before the next day's grueling march resumed.

Through dense forests they trudged, their feet breaking through layers of fallen leaves and tangled roots, it was an hard road to walk on, yet it was to their advantage, as it was chosen to confound any pursuers on horse, as the twisting paths and uneven terrain offered no path for their steeds.