The tale of the devil king and his murdered wife wasn’t limited to Diremoor. And it was clear everyone knew who he was. And they could guess who I am as well, which was very annoying. What was this? Tweeter?
“Get him….” Someone screamed, cutting through my thoughts as the ground shook and people jumped out of the way. I saw it, too late. The horse, coming in from my right in such great speed. I screamed, my heart leaving my chest my bag fell and I fell butt flat on the floor. His hooves pressed against the space beside me, leaving the ground shaking as he galloped past me.
My ears rang, my heart raced and all I could see was the distance between myself and those hooves. Had I moved? I could not tell? Was it because I fell back? I dodged that horse with a mere second. A distance so little
