Quietness ruled the space as Karen kept moving her eyes to the man on the black cloak riding beside them. The only sound heard was the sound of the mettalic hooves of horses moving on the ground and the gentle wind blowing in their hair.
They were on a horse— She and Neville— and the horse was moving on alongside the black horse bearing the cloaked man who had Gwen lying in his arms in her unconscious state as the horse moved.
She moved her eyes away from the man back to Neville's back.
He was in front, holding the horse's reins while she sat behind him.
The man, the young cloaked man that had attacked them, He had introduced himself as Hector. A Mujang.
He said he was sent to them, to get them, to get her in particular, Karen.
He had taken the hood off his face after he had held her
