So sorry for not posting this story in so long. It seems that all my posts will have to suffer a delay due to schoolwork.
Sticks and rough leaves tore at Vora. The whispers and cracks of the bush around her made it hard to hear Roe urging her forward. Vora felt volatile and vulnerable crouched in this thicket, and shuddered at every sudden noise or movement. “Not much longer.” Assured Roe “soon we will come to the Edge, and then it will be up to the Grae as to how we are treated.”
“The Grae?” Inquired Vora. “Yes, yes a troop of fae that lives by the edge.” Answered Roe. Where Vora and Roe were now the light seemed brighter, more plentiful. They were nearer to the Edge and whatever lay beyond.