Chapter 83: The journey begins.
The sun rose over the sprawling camp, its golden rays spilling across the dew-covered grass. Horses neighed and pawed on the ground, their saddles gleaming with polished leather. Cassian stood at the head of the group, his sharp eyes scanning the team as they prepared to depart.
The wagons were loaded with supplies—barrels of fresh water and sacks of dried meat and grain. there is also tightly packed medical kits, a very important stuff for their mission.
Every item had been meticulously checked twice by Orion, who stood beside wagons and continuously checking them to find that had they missed anything or not.
"Orion,"
Cassian called Orion and said in soft but calm voice, "Are we ready to move?"
Orion snapped to attention and nodded quickly. "Yes, Leader Hayes. The supplies are loaded and the horses are rested. Everyone is accounted for."
"Good," Cassian replied while glancing over the group.
The trainees were clad in light armor and stood beside their horses. They looked eager but slightly nervous.
Llyris Wilson was adjusting the straps on his saddle while his twin brother, Ivis, was whispering a quiet prayer.
Kallus Adair and Orion Hart stood side by side. They seemed to be discussing the map of their route, and Aerich Ford, who was the most composed of them, was sharpening his dagger on the stone.
Behind them, Sir Alistair, Sir Morren Roneyev, and Sir Oronik Faelor inspected their weapons. Alistair as usual was playing with his dragger, tossed it in the air and caught it with a flourish.