porkyandthemob

Pushing off with his staff Dillon took one last leap up the rock wall and found himself perched atop a sharp ridge. The clouds had dissipated leaving a crystal blue sky. The brilliance of the sun shinned brightly, illuminating the entire mountain and plain below. Far below he could see the men he had been pursuing stumbling through the snow with their horses. The men were blinded by the sudden array of heavenly light, only the leader was wise enough to shield his eyes. Looking up to the sky the leader spotted his tracker along the ridge. Eyes wide, his breathing stopped. Terrified he could not say a word.