~~Chapter 6: At the Border of Freedom~~
With the hefty reward on their heads, Gregor and his companions had only one real route of escaping: Berebia.
Anja's wagon took them through the forests and valleys, and the broadleaf forests gave in to the dark cyan pines of native to this region of the world.
But, will they get through the border safely?
The cobblestone road under the wheels of the wagon quickly got replaced by dirt and sand. They were entering the border area, area that could turn into a battlefield between two hostile nations any moment.
Then, in the short distance, they could see a stone bridge, partially overgrown with moss. On their side, they could see the crimson banner of Menelea. On the other, the purple flag of Berebia proudly announced what land are entering those who are crossing the bridge.
It was peculiarly silent as the wagon rolled from the hill side into a small valley, through which the river dividing Menelea and Berebia was passing.
Just few metres away from the bridge, Anja became nervous and began watching the forest behind them.
"Did you hear that?" She asked, as the distance between them and the bridge was shorter and shorter with each passing second.
What could they hear, was quiet snoring of Charlotte, who was still sleeping after getting drunk at the inn few hours ago.