Ever since you could remember, you and Miles have been close companions. No one came close to even second place in your book.

Because your parents are apart of the elders, they permit you more freedom than the other youths.

And because of that, you and Miles are now trekking down the sidelines near the forest.

“Quiet. We mustn’t attract Those We Don’t Speak Of.” Miles whispers, gripping your hand. The lantern in his hand joins with yours, his free hand adjusting his yellow cloak.