We have been traveling for a few days now. We are ahead of schedule because of the fast horses we bought. Or took. I'm kind of intimidating. We're riding these horses hard. Maybe in another week we'll kill 'em for their meat and take fresh ones from the next towns market. The journey eastward is about to get dangerous. We are coming upon the formidable Mount Sarton. Half the men that climb it come down on the other side. I'm willing to take the risk to save time. Kyra is scared. She rides on my saddle with me. She refuses to ride alone or with any one else. I won't complain.
We have reached Mount Sarton and are beginning to climb over it. The mountain isn't particularly dangerous itself. Mainly forest except the summit which is covered with snow in the winter months. It's the people who live on the mountain we worry about. The Sarton Killers. They don't like visitors and welcome men with an arrow through the temple or eye socket. We keep moving and stay safe. One of my men starts to fall behind. Chaysin goes back to get him. Chaysin doesn't come back. I ride back and find both men with an arrow stuck into their hearts. Chaysin was my right hand man. He was the first one I told about my plans to beak free and has been with me since the beggining. I shed my first tear. I ride back to tell everyone the news. An arrow tears through my ear. I saw it coming at the last possible moment. I was lucky. I ride fast. A lot faster than my horse should be pushed. Kyra is getting scared. I forgot she was with me. I ride even faster to protect her. I catch up to the group. I tell them the news. We move on. I have no time to grieve. The terrain gets a little more ruff. We walk pulling the horses behind us. We will be safe from the Sarton killers till we start heading down from the summit. Night falls before we reach the top. Though its still summer tonight is a cold night. I keep Kyra rapped in my arms the whole night. I live for her.