Despite the thunder of hooves and cries of battle, my mind was at peace as I mounted my horse. Somehow, I had a feeling this was the happy ending of some story. From here, forever would be bright. With a smile to my squire, I accepted my sword. “Hang back.” I ordered with no sense of urgency. I felt entirely serene as I rode my horse into the fray. My mare, White Lily, seemed to prance as I fell into the familiar motions of battle. Parry, lunge, evade– it all seemed so easy. A young man charged at me, and I deflected his blow.
His expression was grim and filled with such hatred. It frightened me. Read the rest of this entry »