silver thread
The weary travelers push on through the bleak landscape, seeking safety from the evil that ravages the land. Monsters still hunt them, but their protectors beat them back time and again. The refugees know their true haven remains distant, its location hidden by destiny's threads. But step after step, they walk on; as long as their hearts keep beating, evil cannot win.
The ragged band winds along ashen woods where formless shadows creep and claw marks scar the empty branches. Dark things watch hungrily from beneath every rock and root ringing the rare clearings where the friends collapse, exhausted, at each dawn. Restless dreams haunt their fitful rest, seeking hope amid despair.