-Liana-
It was close to dawn when a branch snapped, jolting me awake. I had fallen asleep leaning against a small stone. I looked around and saw Jonah still sleeping on the ground, his hair tousled and lying on his stomach. I couldn’t understand how he managed to sleep so soundly on the hard ground and out in the open.
Sighing, I leaned back against the stone and wrapped my arms around myself. The chill of the morning air made me shiver. I tried to relax my head back against the stone, but the sound of footsteps made me open my eyes.
To my horror, I came face to face with a pagan, his face covered in tattoos and clad in a dark cloak, an axe hanging from his belt. I was about to scream when he pressed a finger to his lips, then glanced over at where Jonah lay.
I turned my head to see Jo
