Chapter 10
Mykal never felt freer than when in the saddle. Babe ran like the wind. He loved the sensation of his hair blowing back, and his eyes watering from the head-on speed of the gallop. His ears felt cold, almost numb, but it didn’t bother him. He relished the entire experience, especially the steady sound of her hoofs on the ground. That was a calming, tranquil-kind of music to his ears. In the now, he allowed himself time to get lost. He let his body mend itself from the overuse of magic, and his mind drift as tried not concentrating on the events that transpired. Killing people took a toll on his heart. He was a farmer, all he wanted to do was to grow food and care for livestock.
There was not a single cloud in the sky to shroud the moon, surrounded by a galaxy full of stars, fr
