Burn
With not even a sword on his hip, Daniel stalked to the stables, took the saddle horn in his hand, and then mounted his horse in a single motion. His heels dug deep into the animal’s sides, and it carried the king away with a jolt that startled the other horses.
His Riders gave chase to Daniel, who was nearly a furlong from the gates already. The Darke King rode fast and bound over streams and downed trees, blocking his path. Like a torch in a windstorm, flecks of charred pieces of Daniel’s fear and devastation blew off him and blanketed everyone who followed.
Every scorching bit slapping Haldir’s face was a hint of the Hell about to rain down on the unsuspecting r****t hiding in the encampment they were barreling toward.
In all the years he traveled back and forth betwe
