The night wind blew against her skin, caressing her with its coldness and reminding her of something long forgotten. It felt really familiar, it felt like it was a life she understood, one of darkness, one of the nights, one with a cloak and a cape over her head to keep prying eyes from seeing who she was. It was a life lived before, always riding on her horse, always on a run, always on the lookout for someone or something behind. It was a way of life for her, it was the way she knew how to live with her beloved Rayden right by her side.
As the sound of the horse’s hooves echoed in the night, those feelings came back, those memories came back in flashes. She had done something similar in her past life, it was not once, it was not twice, three times was even less for her. Her life as Elys
