---Patrick---
I can feel the heat that toasts me. I can feel that my horse is slowly giving up. The grass is dying on my way. I just use my instinct and my gift to find them. And in twenty minutes, a gang of people will roam around me and will start a fight with me.
I exhales and didn't dare stare upon the sun that seemed so close to me. I bet my whole face is already red from the heat. I drank up my last bottle, soon I'll be with my parents. Soon enough I'll get beaten before even stepping on their so-called Kingdom.
"Just I expected." The wails of the horses and the sound of the people from the east, their screaming and cheering with their curvy things gives me enough time to be alert. Whew.
There's an arrow coming to my left and I will get hit on my shoulder so I twist my body to the right then above my head, I duck down, then on my horse so I hold the leash and pull the horse sideways. My horse wails as well.
