Achren lead them through secret paths in Mount Dragon, soon they heard cries and shouts from below. Taran raced up the ridge and looked over it. He could see Arawns stronghold and Huntsmen fighting Gwydions forces. Above the ridge Cauldron Born were coming. Taran yelled at the top of his lungs and slipped. He fell some distance and caught onto a small ledge. His fingers slipping, his sword scrapped free of his sheath. It fell far below. He was slipping, he looked up at his friends who couldnt help him and looked helpless. Taran was looking everywhere, anywhere, for something and anything to help him climb up. Five fingers left, he was slipping, only then was when he saw a Gwythian speeding straight towards him.
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