With the subtle weather change, it had shifted to give the impression of a damp, miserable winter’s day. Thrax had been on the move now for most of the morning and the route he had taken was far from easy. The path he continued along was more a goat trail but it did follow a quick winding route through the mountain range and to the valley floor below. The ground beneath his feet was damp and overgrown but luckily there was little mud to slip on, though in places it wasn’t always easy to work out where the trail ended and the undergrowth continued. The path through the mountains was sheltered in places from the elements by thick woodlands. At one point, he had passed two ruined houses, both old stone structures with little left of them other than low walls and their foundations. A large oak tree had pushed up right though the middle of one of them, the low walls looking more like barriers to protect the trees than the homes or farms that may have been in the past. They had been in this state since he could remember and they could have been that way for a hundred years.
What do You think about Champions Of The Apocalypse?
