The three horses galloped, the riders on their backs jumping up and down in tandem with their rhythm. Their hoofed legs trampled upon the tall grass below as they sped fast across the massive field of tall grass and thickets.
The sky above them was blue, dotted sparsely by white blankets of clouds. The air was fresh and the wind was powerful as it gushed with speed, brushing up against Andron's face in the speedy sprint of his horse Sky.
The three riders had now been riding for three and a half days since they left Solia. They had made two stops on the way, one in a tavern in the Solian village of Tamaruk, and the other in a cave past the Sork mountains.
Andron felt anxious. He thought this journey was taking way too long. He thought he may end up being too late by the time they get
