Jephthah

The words left him. He took a step back, fearing the outcome of the encounter. The soldier advances toward him.

"What are you doing here? Are you not supposed to be down in the well?". The question hit his panic button.

Dante stepped back, mouth closing and opening without forming any words. He couldn't think of anything to defend himself. The man would never believe him if he said he had no idea how he got there.

"Are you stealing?"

It was more of an accusation than a question. Dane felt like he was soaked in ice. His emotions were all over the place, jumbling his mind in a frenzy.

The soldier matched towards him, ready to throw him out, but Dante was faster. Slipping away from his hold, he dashed out of the room without looking back.

The cold morning breeze slapped his skin. Though the hair provided some form of warmth, the cold was still enough to make Dante grit his teeth.

On arriving at his barn, he unwrapped the duvet and emptied his bag of clothes. He skimmed through