Fort Dollem - Part 3

The light snow whipped into his face as he ran and his heart beat a frustrated frenzy, as though he were new to this and this was his first battle. There was even a trace of anxiousness there – the typical fear of the unknown, that which couldn't be seen, hiding amongst those dense trees.

He continued to leave the column, travelling diagonally from where he'd been before. He passed the centre of the column and was soon moving parallel with the end of the line, just as he was beginning to near the trees up on the hill side.

Another arrow flew. Closer this time. Oliver managed to catch the sight of it exiting the curtain of green trees with their white cloaks. Another few steps and he'd be nearing it.