Chapter 27

• More days passed as Calhoun, and his crew trod across the dark forest. They were already losing hope of ever finding their way out when they were blessed with the sight of sunlight at a far-off distance. Immediately they started galloping to the light, happy that finally, after a long time, they would be able to come out of the dark forest. They have never missed the sun as much as they did during that period. It didn't take much time before they reached the end of the forest, finding themselves in a somewhat deserted village. There were run-down houses, and the roads were dirty, though not enough that showed there was no civilization. There wasn't a soul in sight, though. Calhoun looked back at where he had come from, and the forest stood tall and proud, emitting danger.
• He trotted into the village, his guards and Firoza right behind him as he tried looking for signs of life. The clouds were finally an everyday shade of blue, typical for most people, as the sky back in the blood kingdom was always grey. The sun shone not too harsh, and the winds danced softly around them, making it perfect weather for resting.
• The more he walked farther into the village, the more he was certain that there were still people who lived there. Most houses looked old and were barely standing, while some were just patched up manageable tents.