I did not know where we were going, but I had an idea because I had been along this route before and though Grim crossed the distance in literally minutes, which took me hours in comparison, we were quickly approaching the mountain where it all began… literally yesterday.
But why were we returning here?
Why did we have to go back?
Grim only held on to me tighter, keeping me tucked in his arms with his chin on top of my head.
We moved so quickly, it felt as if the woods— the world— were left behind, the time and distance we traveled defying the very science of speed.
Just when I thought we had made it to the mountain, we passed it, leaving it behind like all the rest and diving deep into the throngs of an unfamiliar woodland.
This is probably the moment to panic, to think of an esc
