through the village on my trusty horse, Vollmond. His hooves pound the earth much like the rain and thunder did earlier. Not much further now. For some reason, I feel that it is very important to reach Drakesheath Hall as quickly as possible. Something is spurring me on to reach the Hall.

I enter the gates to Drakesheath Manor, and hurry Vollmond on. At the speed we’re going, we soon traverse the long and winding drive that leads to my childhood home. I slid off Vollmond’s broad white back as a stable lad hurries over to grab his reins. I am home.