Lucien, Gaya and Adrian, on the strong backs of three Horned Stallions, set out to the Frontiers of the Rhamira Kingdom.
Despite the fact that they were using mounts, their journey took more than a day, but it was still more plentiful than walking by foot, which would have taken two or three days.
The rays of sun that were glittering and beating the earth beneath were sweet and gentle. The weather, while cold, was not harshly cold. It was a very good morning, and the bright sky even looked happy; the clouds drifted in clusters, albeit slowly.
But it looked like very stormy weather was not too far away.
That, though, was information that did not concern everybody. People loved to deal with the rain when it comes, not before. But they had no idea that rain comes with a lot of problems.
Lucien was standing on a hill with grass flooding the plain like a carpet of greenery.
