Gwendolyn scuffed her foot against the path as she walked and turned her head to watch the small dust cloud disperse behind her in the wind. Her gaze fell on the rocky, cold-hearted hills that the road had led her over just minutes before and the scattered and unhelpful wisps that were the only clouds in sight. She had a strong urge to groan or sigh. Or run away, despite her exhaustion. The breeze, which had fortunately been present since a few hours ago when the hike had begun, seemed to be the only part of nature with any sympathy for her. It almost even seemed to be the only thing in the world with any sympathy. Gwendolyn glared at the two men walking in front of her. The older of the two was in his early twenties as far as she could tell. He was tall, confident and stony-faced. His clothing was some sort of animal skin painted with a few symbols and shapes Gwendolyn couldn’t interpret. Glimmering …show more content…
Younger than his comrade, he couldn’t have been much more than a few years older than Gwendolyn. He had an aura of strength, maturity and kindness though and Gwendolyn found herself automatically trusting him. Which was a bad thing. For whatever reason, she wanted to be furious at them both; to despise them for dragging her along with them with barely an explanation. As if, maybe, if she was mad enough, the anger would push away all her other emotions and she’d be able to forget how afraid and lost and confused she was. How from the moment she had been jerked awake by a vivid dream of running through a forest, she hadn’t been able to get over an overpowering sense of danger. And how she couldn’t remember anything about herself or her life except for her name despite a constant feeling that there was something that she should remember. And so, when the younger of the two men looked back at her, he was met with a glare venomous enough that Gwendolyn was surprised that he still went on to talk to