Paths Cross Again Novels & Stories

Pol stumbled at the re-crossing—she caught his arm and kept him upright and kept them moving. Second: the false trail. She had found this section of the route on the planning walk specifically—a rocky outcrop that would take her prints for thirty feet before the undergrowth resumed. She moved across it, kept Yena and Pol on it, angled hard west for twenty steps before doubling back east. Anyone following the trail would take the western angle and have to recover.

They're moving toward me, tapping as they move. Using both my crossbows, I fire a few bolts but they don't do anything except knock down a few bugs. As they get closer and closer, I have no choice but to run. Running as fast as I can, I run into another intersection, with three different pathways, each going in a separate direction. None of them have any bolts, meaning they're all new, unexplored pathways.

Glancing over at her, he only started walking again after making sure she'd seen it. A minute later, Heather saw that same fallen tree, and watching the ground in front of her, she wasn't surprised to see the form of an "H" dug into the ground. They stopped again. Looking behind them and then ahead of them, she asked him, "How is this possible? We can't be walking in circles. We're following the stream! We didn't cross it…" Unless the stream just went around in a circle and reconnected to itself? “Does the stream go in circles?”

Her voice cut through the thick silence with more courage than certainty. "Alpha Cerberus," she said, hesitant but unwavering. "Beta Kael and I went over the maps again. The trails are gone. Washed out. The north pass is no more than a broken cliff face." I turned to face her, the weight of inevitability pressing down on my shoulders like stone. "And the ravine trail?" "Collapsed," came Kael's voice from the doorway. Rain glistened on his shoulders, his jaw tight. "Took the bridge with it. Nothing left but splinters and floodwater. No one's crossing that unless they've grown wings or made peace with dying."

Follow the path that you feel the most comfortable with. “You clever little shit.” I mumble while tucking the first note into the hiking backpack that Colton had lent me. Hiking isn’t usually my thing at all. The singular thing that had changed my mind was the feeling of freedom that washed over me when I deleted the playlist a couple of nights ago. Though, a scavenger hunt is something that I wasn’t expecting at all today. This path seems easy, especially for a novice hiker such as myself. The ground is tampered down to form a stabilized path which is easy to walk on, the river at the bottom of the foothills that the trail is situated on provides an easy breeze that rustles through the dens

I stood still, shocked at how they'd sped past, contemplating my next action. I went after them, as fast as my feet could take me. From the small distance between us, I saw them split, one took to the right, and the other to the left side of the river. By the time I reached the river bank, I discovered there was a path before it which was split into two, two different paths. I stood at the crossroads.

The horses started to neigh loudly up ahead and I looked up sharply to see that the path had sectioned off sharply into two, a line of purple-pink detailed trees lining the middle so that it was impossible for everyone to fit on the path, save for marching in a single file. “Well, this changes things,” Nola mumbled behind me and I nodded distractedly. Had the path always been like this? I couldn't remember any intersects for the life of me. ”What do we do?” Ma Jules grated as she rode up behind us on a black horse that I could have sworn was giving me the stink-eye. There was no telling what waited for us up ahead if we split up, but if we marched in a single lane, our defense would have bee

The chasm extended out underneath them, its profundity covered in obscurity. As they crossed, the bridge began to sway, the mist swirling around them. Clara felt her heart race, but she focused on the connection she felt with Marcus and her friends, their presence a reassuring anchor amid the uncertainty. They moved as one, their steps synchronized as they explored the thin path. The bridge squeaked and moaned, but they squeezed on, their assurance determined. With a last thrust, they came to the other side, venturing onto strong ground once more. Clara felt a surge of comfort, her heart hustling with adrenaline and victory.

I let go of the map and watched as the path before us quickly moved and the leaves rustled then stopped abruptly. The straight path we were following had branched into four different roads and I started to say something but Aisling nudged me, pointing at the map excitedly. “That’s us,” she said and showed me two black spots on the map. I stared at it in astonishment as the roads which had appeared before us suddenly appeared on the map but seemed to branch into other paths. I moved two steps forward and the spot that represented me moved as well, Aisling moved closer to me and her spot followed suit. “What do you think we should do?” She whispered and I shook my head.

“One.” Grant said, “One.” Hallie heard the limit inside the word. One successful passage did not prove every future crossing would be safe or give them permission to pretend the compact could survive anything. Saevren looked less like Hallie’s complication and more like Everen’s heir. Caleb headed back toward Cedar Draw. Grant remained near the marker. Hallie crossed the few steps to him and let her shoulder touch his arm. “It worked.” “Once.” She smiled. For Hallie, that was enough to make the first passage real. That was enough. The compact had done what it promised. Ahead, the travelers were already gone from sight. Grant’s hand brushed hers. Hallie turned her palm over and linked their f