The Hill part 1

As the wood loosened into red coals and the fire began to fade they held tight; hand in hand. It was like the entire world desired to crash down around them and that it had succeeded. They were alone, in the middle of nowhere and no-one anywhere cared. The fires of the Titans turned to a bitter wind and, before them, they faced only death.

There were three: John, Jace and Jill. Until this day they had not known each other even existed. John barely kept track of their names and Jace didn't care what their names were. It was a deep forest with tall, drifting white pines and browning european ferns. There was no moss along the ground for it was too dry and there was no soft places to lay for it was all rocks. It was a place where you died. Plain and simple. How they came to be in that place, however, is not simple at all...

to be continued.