Arthur climbed onto his horse and ventured into the night. The darkness didn't hinder him—not when his vampire senses allowed him to see as clearly as if the moonlight itself were daylight. The forest stretched endlessly ahead, shadows twisting like living things, but he urged his horse forward without hesitation.
He followed the direction Zelda had given him earlier. The journey was long, he had left the city and was winding deeper into the woods than he had expected, he didn't see any traces of a home or something. The trees here were older, thicker, and the air colder, as if this part of the forest had been forgotten by time. As he rode, his mind drifted back to the woman he was searching for.
Why is she living in hiding so far from everyone? he wondered. The thought lingered uneasily. Is she hiding from someone? Or something?
