By: Hugin
Casimir put his hand out to steady himself. With his remaining eye he could see blurred images of the land in the distance; those hills that always seemed so far from his reach. Away to the south, on the road that he had just left, he could hear agitated voices in a language that he did not understand, although he knew that they were looking for him and that they would not stop searching until they found him. But he had to get to those hills and would not allow anything to stop him before he had achieved that which for so long had been his only aim.