Rocky Road The End They had veen walking for several days now and the air was thick with grey mist that prevented then from seeing even 5ft infront of themselves. The evening was silent as they trekked along the old forgotten road. Their feet sunk deep into mudy puddles and their faces were from the cold. They were covered in layer upon layer of mud and thick clothing in a desperate attempt to stay warm. Even so, they still dragged their swollen ankles forward determind to find their destination. After what seemed like hours of walking, the terrain gradually morphed from the marshy, minefield of deep puddles to a rough, heartless gravel. Their feet hurt with every step they took. The ground started to climb upwards and gravity started to push down hard. They clung to the rocks as they crawled, slowly, up the face of the rock. Their hands, blistered and sliced, grasped the ledge for dear #life and they hauled themselves upwards one last time. Pulling out grass in clumps trying to get a grip they swung their legs over the ledge and continued down the rocky trail. The orange sky faded to a dip midnight blue on the horizon of the vast land they just conquered, but still they trudged on. The light of the#moonguiding them to the end.