The story of the world of owners begins with Richard, a healer's disciple whose calm life was turned upside down by a strange find in the forest.
A young man comes across a wounded girl, and she collapses into his arms, exhausted. He has no idea wh...
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Chapter 12. Horgrad
"Time to get up!" Groff's raspy voice drifted through the haze of sleep. Richard curled up under the covers like a fetus in an egg.
"This is a dream!" he mumbled to himself. "Groff stopped by our house... Or maybe there's no Groff, I'm dreaming about him, too".
Suddenly, the bedspread was torn from him, and the bright light blinded him for a second.
"What happened?" Richard jumped up, rubbing his eyes. He was in an unfamiliar clearing among the trees. Reality has taken shape. "Where are redrins?" asked the guy.
"No redrins here," Groff answered.
The young man squinted around. Livia was sitting on an old tree stump, and she had woven a flower with delicate white petals into her hair. Richard couldn't take his eyes off her, thinking how beautiful she was. Is that the reason he chose to protect her? He wasn't sure how he felt yet, but no one could resist. You don't have to blame yourself for this.
"Good morning, Richard," the girl waved at him.
"Do you sleep here like a fat mouse too?" Veya laughed, moving closer to her brother and Groff.
Richard pouted. He hadn't spoken to his sister all morning, who hadn't missed a chance to make fun of him even now.
After that, they took their horses to be watered in the same grove and then began to prepare breakfast. Groff decided: a small fire will not be noticed in the morning. The main thing is to find dry branches so that they do not smoke too much. In addition, this land was inhabited, and any traveler, woodcutter, or shepherd could build a fire here. Nothing special!
Richard gulped down the hot porridge with relish. His stomach rumbled with satisfaction.
"As I said yesterday, we'll be heading south down the valley to Horgrad. We'll have to travel for two days or more, and we'll have nowhere to hide, so we might be easy prey for the hunters. I don't see any point in moving only at night, redrins can see perfectly well in the dark. What about King Argold's soldiers? He thinks that the search leaflets with our portraits are already hanging in all the villages. In any case, everyone stays alert and doesn't fall behind. And now we're on our way!"
They mounted their horses and raced across the vast expanse of the valley. The sun was even hotter than it had been yesterday.
Richard was enjoying the ride today. He realized that it was even fun to ride a horse into the distance and the azure. Sometimes, he even forgot the reason they went on this journey.
His hair was ruffled by the wind, and he and his horse cut through the sea of green grass in unison. Richard came up with a name for his mare, he named her Iris. He thought this name suits her very well. Veya named her stallion—Kevin.
