Huts In the Mountain

Spring, A.D. 94 Roman Province of Lydia Lucius stumbled through the dark as wind whipped hair into his eyes, coat flapping, sandals slipping over mud and rocks. The bag on his shoulder, carrying all of his earthly possessions, thumped against his side, reminding him of his journey. The reason why he fled. The reason of his quest. He must find Elder John, find the truth, be set free.