The First Book of Iaddius Ioahann (Chapter 3, page 3 of 12)

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Chapter 3

"I'm good." I replied. "A bit sore, but good. Are we safe?"

"Yeah." He said, again turning to survey our surroundings. "For now. We're going to need to be more careful from here on out. We got lucky, my man. If they had chased us rather than the horse I think we'd have been dead by now."

"Ah, the horse." I said softly, reflecting that we no longer had our provisions.

"I think that way is west." He said pointing away from the creek and away from the slope. "We need to keep trying for the desert. It's the best hope we've got."

We spent the rest of the day in relative silence, speaking only to ask or answer pertinent questions, and even then we spoke only in nervous whispers. I was quite troubled by our encounter with the Maikin and by the loss of the horse and our provisions. I could only guess how long we would be able to go before needing to find food. I wasn't at all familiar with our environment. I was much more accustomed to the mountainous surroundings of my home than to the wooded valley below. I knew that Haig knew the area and my hope was that he knew it well enough for us to easily find food and water.

When the sun set we were still traveling, and still heading in our westerly direction, though ever since the encounter earlier that day, we had tended to stray a bit north, hoping to avoid that same group of Maikin, and hoping that we did not meet another one. When it had been dark for some time, Haig suggested that we stop for the night, and I, being exhausted by the events of the day couldn't help but to concur.

We made a small shelter from sticks and leaved branches, as we had hitherto done, except that this time around we made it a point to seclude ourselves somewhat into the a slight niche created by two trees growing closely to one another. We also did what we could as far as disguising ourselves, as best we could, so that, benefiting from the cover of darkness, we wouldn't be discovered as we slept.

As I lay in that shelter, I began, for the first time in my journey, to feel a mite of sadness for the home that I had left so hastily. A part of me longed for the pillars and the gates of my city, the soft couches and beds of my own home. My heart longed to see my father and to beg his council for my situation. I tried to imagine him, and what he would say to me. I wondered to myself if he had ever felt as trapped as I now felt - for I knew that I could not turn back. My only hope of again enjoying the company of my friends and family lay in the course ahead of us. My only hope lay in a desert which I had never before seen, with a people I had never before known, and with this friend, which I had only so recently made acquaintance with.

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