Lorenzo scanned the horizon, tilting his metal helmet’s visor with the back of an armored hand. His dark eyes widened as they lit upon a shadow ducking just behind a cloud in the distance.
From the top of the green hill, he sat astride a great black mare, and all at once kicked it into motion with his heels.
Midnight launched forward and sped across a grey moor, as the shadow sank into the side of a mountain.
Approaching the mouth of a cave, Lorenzo drew his sword, lowered the visor back into place, and slowed Midnight to a halt.
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