Maecena

The journey begins with just one step, A step that sets off the chain of events which cannot be undone. She might have an old horse one could borrow, He might lend one a rusty sword, a shield scarred by countless battles. The voyage embarks, with only a few hard rolls to gratify hunger. The passage is calm, as light shines through patches in the leaves, Creating dappled patterns on the leaf-strewn forest floor. Small animals peek out, bright curious eyes marking their sight. But far more than the eye can see peer out, denoting the path. The river flows past, carrying with it dark secrets of the unfamiliar. But its sparkling blue wa