Santiara's legs were aching from running up the hill, her feet were covered in blisters from her sandals which were slowly falling apart. The slaves were sprawled on the ground, all of them so tired from running.
Fionel hadn't said anything but the look in her eyes had told Santiara more than enough. The hunters had been close behind her alright, she could see the fear in her eyes.
"We can't stay here long." She said quietly, voicing what everyone was thinking, but even the thought of running again made her feel sick. Peeking back down the hill, Santiara could hear a shout...A hunter.
[ May 24, 2003: Message edited by: Beruthiel ]
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