Trespassers
Gavin drank from his canteen and ate pinches of bread as Cale crouched in a bush and fished for berries. The ones he knew to be edible were grouped in a wide leaf upheld on his palm and handed to the boy. They were a dark purple and almost bitterly sour but they'd be ample and rare sustenance for the labyrinth they found themselves in. "Eat some of these." he said. "Something different than wet bread at least." "What about you?" the boy asked. "I'll be fine. There should be food where we're going." "Should be?" "Will be." "Good." He looked to the rear boundary and the grasslands therein. "We go until the trees are like towers. Then they will show themselves to us." " They will?" "... They should." There were eleven berries in total and the boy forced four of them down while puckering his face. Cale took a stem from the plant and with it tied those remaini...