On the next morning of Celebration, Cassian and his group resumed their journey toward Galdreth. The forest grew denser as they moved deeper into the wilderness.
The towering trees cast long shadows over the uneven path. After several days, their cart was empty now. The barrels that were once filled with clean water were dry. The sacks of food were gone as well.
Cassian walked at the front of the group. His sword was strapped securely to his side. However, his thoughts drifted to the night before they left the village.
The memory was still vivid in his mind, as if it had happened just yesterday. The villagers had thrown a feast in their honor. They had gathered whatever they could salvage for the celebration. Cassian remembered the warmth of the bonfire and the sound of laughter filling the air.
An elderly woman had clasped his hands with surprising strength. Her weathered face broke into a wide smile.