“Fifty gold to the soldier who brings her back alive!” The captain’s voice rang out behind them over the thunder of their horses’ hooves.
Crispin Wayfinder urged Lanymede harder along the mountain road, ducking an overhanging branch. Fifty was enough to pay for Oma’s healing.
Crispin’s thoughts were interrupted as Fennish shot past. “Not today, Crispy!” Fennish taunted. “That gold is mine!” Fennish rose in his saddle, waggling his rear at his friend.
“Like blazes it is!” Crispin retorted, but his heart sank. Fennish rode as well as any in the guard, and Bolene, his horse, was less fatigued.
Suddenly, Crispin caught a glimpse of white in the woods above…
Read the rest at http://troublewithwumples.webs.com/wayfinder/
I wrote this for a competition, but their company flaked out. It’s written with Twine, not ChoiceScript, I hope that’s permissible on this forum. I don’t really know what happens after the first chapter, I’m hoping readers here have suggestions.