Sagas, Scenic, Short story

Venture.

Twenty four of us in all began this journey. Twenty four souls under my care, many of whom would never see their homes again, much less our destination.

The winter had come too early, and we had left too late, but such were the fortunes available to us at the time.

Conditions at times can be treasonous to those who wish to see the world unseen. From rains and winds both unforgiving to ice and fire without remorse, fate might reward the patient at times, but at other times shows disgust.

We knew we might face thirst and hunger, so together we brought food and water. We knew we might face thieves and violence, so we brought weapons and armor. We knew we would arrive before the world began to freeze, but winter had other ideas.

Twenty four souls under my command and care left with me on that blue and gentle dawn. Almost as many widows and mothers I will meet and blacken their skies to come.

 

 

 

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