• "Borom, we need to rest," said a boy of sixteen. "Thorn, I realize this, but we're not safe here," said Borom. Borom was also sixteen but was the youngest of the small group by nearly eleven months, yet the others seemed to look up to him. He sat upon a brown horse, as did the others. He wore a brown, green cloak. He had brown, matted hair and a bow slung across his back. His eyes were a dull gray, yet searching, always searching, for something more.
    There was also Thorn. His parents had had high expectations, wanting him to become a rebel and overthrow their enslavers. Other than that he failed all other expectations made. He was then, not very strong, but extremely quick. His face was shadowed by the hooded brown cloak he wore, but underneath lay unimaginable knowledge. He knew more of the human anatomy than most clerics and could kill a man many times his size with his mind as his only weapon. His brown eyes accesed every situation from every angle.
    Finaly there was Sephora and Fear, brother and sister, complete and total opposites. Sephora was the oldest at eighteen. She had sharp blue eyes with a flame inside that could stop a full grown man in his tracks. Her long brown hair was tied in the back and she wore a green tunic, leggings, and a black belt. The belt looked simle enough but everyone knew it contained many needles hich she could dispatch within seconds. Then there was her brother, Fear. He was larger than most yet only seventeen. Fear was not his true name, only he and Sephora knew that, the name Fear was given to him because of his massive size, constant black clothing, and almost black eyes. THey were near opposites, he was a large wall of muscle, she was thin but not to be taken lightly. He was dim-witted yet showed pure genius in times of need, she was very smart and had a mind rivaling some of the smartest.