Just as Ricky was about to charge, Edward grabbed his arm and pointed. "Look," he said, his voice filled with a strange mix of confusion and awe.
Ricky turned his head, following the direction of Edward's finger. He froze. The entire herd of winged horses had surrounded Anastasia. They were not attacking. They were just standing there, their heads lowered, their intense, red eyes fixed on her.
Anastasia was paralyzed with fear. A story her father had told her years ago flashed through her mind. Her grandfather had been killed by a herd of these same beasts.
Demon Horses, they were called.
They were incredibly powerful, equally fast on the ground and in the air. Their durability was legendary, and their attack power was even greater. She looked into their glowing red eyes and felt a cold certainty wash over her. This is my last day.
