I staggered to my feet, after falling, yet again.
"How long do you think it will take us to reach the toower thing?" I almost tripped over a large root sticking out of the ground.
It felt good to not always be in front. I wished the lost city would just reappear in front of us,
well thats definitely not going to happen. I felt like screaming. I felt pain in every part of my body.
It seemed although we might never get out. I wanted to run home, back to my owner.
She is probably worried sick about me. Putting up posters for me on every street.