Jenna clung on tightly as her horse dashed down the street. Blue was riding calmly in front of her. They approached a colossal gatehouse.
"The gates to the city," Jenna murmured. They went through the gate and into the rolling green plains beyond.
"Swiften is to the south!" Blue called back to her.
"Then we have a long journey ahead of us!" Jenna called back.
Hours passed by. Jenna began to grow weary of riding.
Suddenly, Blue stopped. "I think we should set up camp here. We're lucky that I brought supplies."
Jenna looked up at the place that they were to spend the night. It was an old, dilapidated farmhouse. "Isn't squatting illegal?" she called over to Blue.
"It's not illegal if no one sees you doing it," he replied casually. Jenna couldn't help but smile.
Jenna tossed and turned in her bedroll. She couldn't sleep. She got out of her bedroll and walked over to an old window. She looked up at the bright moon. It shined brightly. Beside it was what looked like a smaller moon. The sub-moon. She began to ponder the events of the previous day. How did Blue survive jumping from that height? Why did he insist on apologizing to Jenna? Why did Jenna decide to travel with him?
She looked over at Blue. He was lying on his stomach. He snored softly as he slept. Jenna quietly returned to her bedroll. She hoped she caught some sleep soon.
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In the Blade's Hilt |A tale from Triterra|
FantasyAll is well in the Tridom. Wars have stopped, the people are happy and money is flowing freely. It seems that everything is going to be fine. Except it's not. Unbeknownst to the denizens of the Tridom, an ancient evil is returning. An evil with d...
