It is 5 years ago – I am fourteen;
The wind rushes at us, betraying my pale skin into a pink flush. The crisp fall air has chilled the trees, leaves turning various colors of red and orange til they fall upon the ground. My heartbeat thumps in my ears, barely sounding over the hoof-beats of Calypso. We’re at a full out run through the countryside, a good hour away from home and as such not under the watchful eyes of the castle. No one around to yell at me to slow her, or that it is unladylike to ride without a saddle.. and Dav let us not forget the fact my long, beyond my waist, chocolate-pitch hair is being allowed to tangle in the wind.
Suddenly Derrik comes weaving out of the trees atop his glorious white charalian bred gelding, faster than us and letting out that deep laugh of enjoyment. He doesn’t yell at me, being my personal guard since I was ten and he a mere sixteen the man understands I enjoy being free when I possible..
The dream becomes fuzzy around the edges, the sound of my laughter joining his as we pull up at the edge of a small rocky ledge.
I don’t want to wake up yet… Argh…
