Will Of The Forest

Agamemnon was perfectly composed at first, but Nyris continued to stare at him. The Prince’s gaze grew increasingly resentful, the forming tears giving his eyes a glossy sheen.

“Is it that strange?” he asked with a glare of his own.

“It is!” Nyris said with a chuckle, proud that his scheme had worked, “A block of wood like you can actually smile and get mad, huh?”

Agamemnon snorted and stopped speaking.

“Shh, hurry up!” Richard said dully from the front, immediately rendering everyone silent. He shook his head as he spurred the unicorn forward at a comfortable pace, pushing further into the jungle.

As it slowly grew dark, the soldiers who were adept at detection found an empty space within the forest and everyone dismounted to get some rest. They didn’t need any tents, sitting as they were or leaning against trees. With a fair number of mages in the group, some casually roasted...