Kristin Grice

The Path to Aradicia

In the night, I saw my breath in front of me as I hid behind a tall birch tree in the Ezekien Forest. There were men trailing a good distance in front of me with their horses and their supplies. Only a few hours passed, but I didn’t know how far I was from my camp or my friends. All I could focus on was the anger boiling inside of me at the sight of the Farrow emblem on one of the horses. A Farrow emblem was a fear-striking one at that; a creature with a cobra-shaped head with devilish horns and fiery eyes. To me, it was just a constant reminder of what I lost years ago.