Rising From the Ashes: the Chronicles of Caymin
“They listened, but there was absolute silence in the forest. Not a bird or animal moved or spoke. They placed their hands on an ancient tree and waited.
“I don’t hear anything,” Ronan said.
“Nor do I.”
They approached the village cautiously, the nearly empty food basket slung over Ronan’s shoulders and his spear held at the ready while Caymin had her bow strung, an arrow nocked. They were startled by Beanna, who came cawing and flapping toward them. She landed on Caymin’s shoulder.
“Did you see anything?” the crow asked.
“No. Nothing.”
“Two of the others did. They have all left for that part of the forest. Enat left instructions for you.”
Ronan understood and broke into a run, Caymin following on his heels while Beanna took to the air at the sudden jostling.
A piece of parchment was nailed to the door of the meetinghouse with a map of which direction the invaders had been spotted nearing the forest.
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