We have not created but one of you with absolute righteousness or wickedness. Bo’az’s eyes adjusted to the blinding afternoon sunlight as he led Iridian out from the seemingly endless forest. Perhaps another reason for calling it ‘The Never’ was that nobody had ever gotten out of it. They had trekked through it for three days and, finally on the fourth morning, the forest gave way to new landscape. However, once his eyes accustomed themselves to sunlight they hadn’t seen clearly in almost a week, Bo’az realized he wasn’t really better off. Craggy mountains towered across the horizon, no end to them in sight. The sharp rocks stretched out at every peak, like rows and rows of swords and daggers. Their grey and white complexion offered him no solace, as he realized instantly that climbing through snow and rock would not be an enjoyable experience, especially with the injuries he’d been nursing. His three new “friends” had been kind enough to tend to his broken arm and create a sling from a piece of his cloak, and his nose and head had been stitched up, quite painfully at that.
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