My First Forbidden Truce by the River: Shattering Innocence
The sun bled low over the river, that endless, whispering beast pulling me west. My boots slipped on slick rocks, heart slamming like war drums. There—two shapes ahead. Man and horse, still as death. Axe glinted at his side. Fear clawed my gut, but excitement twisted in too, hot and unfamiliar. Unknown man, maybe enemy….