Chapter Eighty-Three – Man on a black horse.

(At the Forbidden Forest)

Gerard stood at the border, checking for sounds of screeches or for burning tree tops. He found none. Surely his sister was here.

He strolled past the landmark and stood few trees away, he could still hear nothing except for trees and growls of wolves.

The war had started, “Anya, are you here? Let’s go back!” he called out. He didn’t want anything to do with this. Why couldn’t she understand?

He went back and climbed his horse, heading deeper into the forest. At a slight sound, he unsheathed his sword and looked for it.

As he came...