If we stuck to the river, they couldn't find us. They couldn't scry us and even if they saw us, they couldn't come in after us. I looked to the prisoners straggling along behind me. This river would be our refuge until we reached the Cursed Lake.
He held her close calling her name, begging her to stay with him. Her small body trembled against his, eyes staring up at him in confusion. "Please," he whispered, his voice cracking, tears streaming down his face. The waves of the lake making him stumble slightly towards the shore.