Miranda’s POV
The mountain path ahead was loose rock, each one washed smooth by the river that once ran freely over them. Salem braced his feet, attempting to guard against the inevitable rolling in random directions, but his ankles tumbled left and right regardless. Thickly dark green boughs arched over the path from each side, competing for the light. Under their dappled shade the harshness of the midday sun was muted but it did little to make the steep incline any easier. Salem lifted his eyes to the distance ahead. After rising sharply for a way it simply turned out of view, likely carrying on in just the same way.
Moss and lichen covered boulders sprawled in the rockery of mother nature. There was no trace of civilisation in this wilderness apart from a worn out path that snaked thr
