This is the beginning of a series of drabbles that tell a little story…


Illya was well aware that he was leaving a trail that a blind man could follow.  However, also didn’t see what else he could have done.  His leg ached too much for him to walk properly, which forced him to drag it.  If there were a road or rocks to move over, he might have a better chance to hide his trail.  In this loose leaf-litter…

He heaved a sigh, pushing the thoughts away.  He needed to focus on getting away.  With the trail he was leaving, hiding wasn’t an option.  That left him with escape.  The question was: how?

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