Flash Fiction #117 -- Off the Path

 





     "They're closer." Echris looked down the long trail and tried not to curse. They dared not stray from this path into the woods. The magical creatures there had never forgiven the battles of the old war. No help, and no escape.

Far down the hillside -- but still closer than he liked -- the soldiers moved steadily upwards.

The two dared not rest, even though Pornan limped, the metal