Blood. Lots and lots of blood. All because of me. I sheathed my sword in its pale blue scabbard and climbed onto my stallion.
I waved my hand at my stallion and projected a thought into the horses mind. “Flohr.”
He snorted and started to pick up speed. When he had gained enough speed he jumped at least seven feet in the air and flung out all eighteen feet of his jet black wings, pushing hard on his wings we flew quickly into the air. He banked and started to coast in the thermals as I looked back on the carnage of the battle. How sad to see hundreds of bodies with only one purpose in mind. To destroy me. With me gone there would be a weakness in the Royal Force for Magical Protection.
Then they could get in and destroy us. I know that this would be something the opposition because it is what I would have done. Before they stole my brother.
