The King of Caspian
The trail was steep and narrow, but from the looks of the pressed dirt, it was used on a regular basis.
"Just a little further," Jackle shouted from the front of the group.
He was only sixteen, but he was tall for his age, or at least I found he was, considering he was already taller than me. Making my five-foot-six self seem even smaller. His choclate brown hair was cropped short and his ebony skin glowed in the sunlight. His two friends, Gavriel and Kingston, were around the same height and built as Jackle.
Gavriel, who followed behind him, was slightly darker than me, a sign that he spent most of his days outside under the heat of the sun. His hair was the deepest black, that it almost lo
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