They had been marching for a very long time now, who knew how long. Harrison mostly kept to himself and ended up losing track. It seemed like a long time, though. Exhaustion had not caught up to him yet, he made sure to always be well rested during the trip, but he wasn’t really feeling too lively. Then again, who could blame him? This was no casual hike through the woods.<br/><br/>He wished he was positioned a little more behind the group. The pressure to keep up was what prevented him from tuning everything out and being in his own little world. It would be embarrassing if he was called out for lagging behind, and didn’t want to think about what kind of example would be made of him.<br/><br/>When they stopped at the edge of the forest, Harrison let out a shaky breath and licked his lips. The moment’s reprieve made him realize how tense he was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "Alright runts. We enter into these woods at the towns edge on a long march. We are headed to the foot of the Sulu mountains."</span><br/><br/>The leader of their group said. Harrison grew rigid as he listened. The one thing in particular that stood out was that they would be taking on dragons… It took everything he had not to show fear though he knew his face had probably gone pale. His mind was screaming at him to run. But on the other hand, this life had been better than being used for entertainment, quick money, he had no choice but to stay here and fight.<br/><br/>He belonged here with the group. That was what he was trying to convince himself at least. For nearly all of his life, people barely paid attention to him. Even if he didn’t know everyone that well, the feeling ignited something within him. He wanted to nurture it as best he could, dragons or no dragons.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "WE ARE A STORM TO BRING AN END TO THEIR FIRE!"</span><br/><br/>Harrison shivered slightly, mostly from the anxiety he was feeling about going up the mountains. He has heard stories of dragons. He has never seen one in person, but he knew they came in all shapes and sizes. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fully prepare himself for the encounter.<br/><br/>He hoped he would make it out of this alive.