"The ravine," Kael gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "Is it...?"
My lungs burned, but the sight of grey moonlight at the end of the tunnel was better than any potion. I didn't look back when the first black-fletched arrow hissed past my ear, splintering against the stone. I just ran. I reached the jagged treeline of the Whispering Woods Escape from Orc- Fleeing -Final-
Kaelen Thorne is a freelance writer specializing in narrative design and survival horror. He last fled from a spider in his own bathroom and does not consider it heroic. "The ravine," Kael gasped, his voice barely a whisper
When morning came, we would walk again—toward refuge, toward vengeance, or toward whatever fragile life we could salvage along the way. For now, there was a child's soft breathing and the small, stubborn warmth of being alive. I just ran