Mercy

It didn’t take long for Rider to come into view. He was about a quarter of a mile ahead of her, in between some trees, just stepping out of a clearing.

Of course, he would be hiding from the battle, Mercy thought.

He stepped out into the field. The fog curled around him, just as it had in her dreams. He was in his human form, just as she was, and for once, Mercy wished she hadn’t forced herself to wake up before the dreams had ended.

At least then maybe she’d have some idea what was about to happen.

Rider wasn’t alone.

It took Mercy a few seconds...