Alaric
We finally arrived at the inn, the structure emerging from the tropical gloom like a sanctuary. It was homey and beautiful, at least far more inviting than the rugged trail we'd just survived.
"Finally!" Nico shouted excitedly. "We are here."
As we approached, warm lanterns were lit along the stone path, casting a soft amber glow that guided our way through the rain. The light reflected off the wet leaves, making the whole place look like something out of a dream rather than the middle of a disaster.
Nico was staggering now. I could feel the tremors running through his arms where they gripped my thighs, his strength finally flagging under my dead weight. He had been carrying me on his back for over an hour and I couldn't help but wonder where he had gotten that crazy strength and energy from.
"Are you alright?" I asked as his breaths started coming in wet, jagged heaves that vibrated straight through my chest, each one sounding more exhausted than the last.
