The brittle air tickled the hairs on the back of my neck as I slowly made my way down the path. Frantically, my eyes searched for the sign. They had told me what to look for but the worry wart in me feared the worst. I scanned the tattered skin clinging to the trunks of the haunted trees, yet I found nothing. Decapitated leaves lay dead among the shards of dried, crunchy grass, leaving nothing more than a bright orange road of redemption. My feet followed an undecided path, yet my mind knew precisely where I was going. Allowing fate to control my destiny, I continued into the distance, remaining on guard. I was going to be ready if the Rider decided to come looking for me again. I wasn’t about to give up now. I had come too far, done too much, to allow for it all to end. There was no going back. I had left too much behind. My only choice was to complete my journey.
And then I saw it. Lying unguarded on the path, I saw that which I hath sought: an engraved silver coin, about the size of a child’s palm.