With the sour mood between the two young men, the trip began, the horse trotting forth with precision through the dense land, mixed with the color of black, each flower or tree being sighted being unique and completely different from that of the Sylvia realm, its beauty being something else to keep an eye on.
The horses the 5 of us are riding are being trained perfectly to move through this area, a certain level of comfort being given in the travel. Not to mention that I have already traced the complete path forward, and each stone and soil we walk through have been fully corrected and planned, cause I don't want danger that I don't plan for simply cropping into the path that I am taking.
