Storming~
Seth Callan
Twelvestones
“It happened again that day, the three of us fighting as one. It came as naturally as breathing to me. I knew it for what it was this time and didn’t bother trying to hold back. Not with them.”
The horsemen of Aleron thundered out of the Valley of Urion and across the plains of Twelvestones. No drums. No pipes. Only the deep bass of pounding hooves and snort of horses at full gallop. Behind the winged faceguard of his helm, Seth’s breath came fast and heavy.
They rounded the hollow hill like a storm, and Seth’s stomach and jaw clenched in tandem. The legions of grey stretching out in the distance far outnumbered his charge. There were too many greybacks. They were too far away.
Stay the course, Callan.
Litchfield’s army stood queued in thick grey c
