We took the northern route to Brightfort and marched at night. There are rumors about some ghosts and sometimes people went missing. But our company had to stay off the road. And still a rider passed through and brought the information to the city.
We should’ve turned around but orders are orders. So our march continued.
As it turned out, the rider was spying on us already since days. The reinforcement surrounded us at dawn and started to shower us with arrows. There was no escape and everyone panicked. But a few soldiers and me managed to break through their line, grabbed as much equipment as we could and flew west into the forest where we killed our pursuer.
Time was running now. Low on men, low on equipment and in enemy territory…