{I always dream about a beautiful world. A world with equality, fairness and justice.}
….
The horses came to a stop, yanking a stumbling Goramel along, hands tied to the ropes which Sharen held firmly in his hand. His face was poised and his head held high as he looked around, taking in the scenery of the place.
This was the exact place, in Soti, where Shar had hidden her magical house. With a nod, he kicked the horse, bringing it to galloping speed as they raced towards the nearby trees.
The scene changed, warping and distorting till another kind of scenery was revealed. Sharen smiled, heaving a sigh of relief. Shar hadn't moved.
