The General's Khione

They journeyed slowly, much too slow and they could be camped in one spot for days. They were a day’s journey from Kilead, positioned on the outskirts of a small village known as Elon, still within the kingdom of Astaroth, and about a week’s journey away from Fang Peek. A week if they continued moving at this pace.

But then it could be longer.

The men had set up camp and had been here for three days now, food was not a problem as the warriors knew how to hunt and there was a stream not too far from the camp for water. They all seemed unbothered as if the aim of the journey they had embarked on was a mere visit to Fang Peek. As if they were not aware of the god of death trapped beneath and about to break free of his prison.

But one person worried, as she had been having some strange dreams and visions lately, something she had stopped having a very long time ago. In the visions, she saw untold horrors, but every morning she would wake in the general’s arms and her fears would fade away