Barren Canyon

On the twelfth day of our journey we entered a region that was barren and bare of vegetation, a truly sad place but also, strangely, devoid of danger.
Except when we reached the canyon.
It was a day I will never forget.
Just as we passed between the rocky heights we were attacked, a real ambush among the rocks.
The enemies appeared everywhere and it was a massacre, half the men of the legion perished in the first five minutes.
I am one of the few lucky ones who can tell the story