𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶

"Keep moving brother." Malachi pushes me.

"You haven't told me where we're going." I say.

"I've told you before, why would I make it easier for you? That would take all the fun out of it." Malachi says.

The air tugs at my hair. We were climbing up the rocky mountains. My foot slips. 

"What happeend with my shoes?" I ask.

"You don't want to some. The orcs had fun with most of your clothing." Malachi pushes me.

I look at him.

"Don't worry about it. You'll be fine." Malachi says.

My foot slips again. I bump into an orc. The orc grunts and yells. Malachi pushes the filth. He pushes me forward. The mountain air was thin. I turn my head. I see the forests and the clouds forming. 

"A storm is almost upon us." I say.

"I see it to, but still, we should keep moving." Malachi says. 

"I would advise us to stop. The storm is going to be a big one." I say.

"Ceri- cin nifred i rost gwanur?" He asks me.

(Do you fear the rain?) 

"And the wind." I say.