Beautiful StrangerChapter 17
Run. Another step, another breath, another upturned root, another low-hanging limb. The tired forest slipped by on either side with surprising speed and the unit ran. Captain Hayaln willed the hammering of his heart to subside as his feet consumed league after league of the dense ground. Six hundred men strung out behind, Hayaln pretended calm - but it was for their sakes: it was not a calm that he felt. The young, untested captain knew it was all that the young, untested soldiers could do to...