The Keys: A Tale of a Beginning and End

Chapter fourteen

Faster, and faster, the horse galloped I had to hold onto Zander for dear life, I didn't want to fall off at that speed. We were almost at the blockade of soldiers when, his horse jumped into the air above them. I hugged him tightly, hoping that their spears would miss us and that we would land safely, I was not ready to die yet.

The landing was bumpy but we were alive, hopefully it would stay that way for a long while. Once again the horses sped up, so my grip on Zander tightened as well. We were in the forest, probably on our way to another village, somewhere further away. For hours we rode south, we only stopped cause of our exhaustion as well as the horses.

I jumped off the horse and onto the ground, stretching my back and limbs, soon Rosalind and Zander followed suit. Rummaging through my bag I found some food that I had put there for in case of an emergency, just like this one. I took a seat underneath a huge oak tree and started eating, Rosalind stared at me. "What? Is there something on my face?" I started to clean my face. "No it's not that, it's just...I'm so hungry do you mind sharing your food?" She tried to do puppy eyes but to no avail. It didn't matter, either way I would share my food with her, I wasn't the kind of person to hoard and hide food from my friends. "Of course, here...it's not much but it should help with the hunger." Right as she got the food she started to devoure it, she finished in less than a minute. Her stomach growled but there wasn't much more I could do, the food that I had was only enough for a very small snack.

Zander had gone off to look for fruit or berries that we could eat, while Rosalind and I stayed behind to watch the horses. "We need to discuss our next move." "What do you mean?" Rosalind was brushing her horse as she said this, trying to distract herself from her hunger. "Where are we going to find the next 2 keys, and how, we have no clues, no leads nothing! Just some random things a 100 year old ghost told us!" Rosalind thought long and ard for a while in silence trying to find the positive of this situation.

About an hour later Zander got back, exhausted and panting. I ran over to him and gave him some of the little water we had, which he drank the rest of, and asked what happened. "We need to...get out of here and...go to a small...distant vilage in the west..." "why?" Both Rosalind and I say in unison. "They worship some kind of magical pair of earrings...and they may be..." "Amora's!" Yet again Rosalind and I say in unison, we both laughed out of excitement. We helped Zander to his feet and onto his horse, this time I would be at the reins due to his fatigue, and then we road off. One step closer to defeating Dragmar, and several feet away from death.