Rye forced himself to keep moving, even after he would normally have stopped to rest. They needed to get home. They needed to get away from the men who had kidnapped them. He glanced at his sister. She too looked exhausted, but continued to press on. Soon, he promised silently, soon they could rest. Something made him look to his other side, a sense of a presence. When he looked however, there was no one. He shook his head and continued down the dark path.