thebeak

The Priestesses words formed a rhythm in my mind as we ran in single file beside the limpid waters away from the camp. We six were the chosen ones the seventh, our guide, a great warrior and leader of his people, set an easy pace mindful of our burdens. High above in the canopy monkeys and birds shrieked warnings to each other of our coming - but they need not fear today for we would not cease our journey this day until darkness came and much distance had been covered....