A purple and teal sleeping bag hugged Evelyn's small figure, providing warmth to sleep in.

Tyler hadn't got a blink of sleep. He was worrying about the journey to Josh's territory. His mind ran faster than he could keep up, thoughts constantly reoccurring about the bishops possibly finding them, or if Josh's people wouldn't let him over, or if Evelyn's life was somehow taken.

The constant sounds of the running river and the whistling of the wind die down as if helping Tyler detect potential threats. His body froze, listening through the opening of the cave.

And there it was, the galloping of hooves. A bishop came for them.

"Ev." Tyler shakes her body awake. "We need to go. Now."

Swiftly, Evelyn throws herself onto her feet and grabs her sleeping bag and backpack. Without having time to roll it up, she stuffs it into her backpack and rolls it onto her shoulders.

The galloping slows down, telling them that the bishop was close.

Tyler and Evelyn snuck down the depth of the long cave, not able to see a thing. Their torches were unlit, and they didn't have the time to light them.

Footsteps of the bishop now trailed throughout the cave, searching for any sign of life.

Eventually, Tyler and Evelyn meet at the other opening of the cave. They both quickly came to a stop, finding themselves at the very edge of a cliff. Hundreds of feet below them sat a large lake that separated Valvidor's perimeter and Josh's territory's perimeter.

The two of them had no other option but to jump. The bishop was inching closer and closer.

Ahead sat a large tree on the other side of the cliff.

"We'll make it to the tree," Tyler whispered.

"What? No, that's insane!"

"Do you want to go back to Valvidor?"

Evelyn sat in silence from the question.

"On the count of three..." Tyler huffed, preparing for the fall. "One... two..."

And on three, both of them flew off the edge of the cliff, aiming for the tree countless feet below them. Their legs flailed in the air along with their arms, attempting to push their bodies closer to the branches. The bishop, now standing at the edge of the cliff, watched them in disbelief. His red cloak danced in the harsh, cold wind. He clutched his fists and turned his back to them.

This wasn't over.