Chapter 20

We had been walking for two days, but it felt like a week. I doubted we could ever reach the rebellion within a month, not unless we could get horses. Walking over mountains and through forests by foot was a tedious affair, and my feet had blisters from the sweat that made them slippery in my boots. Otis had thought it wiser not to stop and rest for too long since the hunter we met back at Mirra would have gone over the rip. He had an army at his side and horses, making them fast and dangerous.

I took one more step and bit my bottom lip. One blister had popped, and I felt the raw skin rubbing on the inside leather.

“Otis? Do you think we can stop for a while? I don’t think I can go much farther.”

He looked at the sky, pinpointing where the sun was, and nodded.

“I think we’ll be safe here for a short while. Your pursuers will have difficulty finding us since we didn’t use the main roads. They won’t know in which direction we went. It could take them days, if not weeks before they fi