"I would have liked to send this mission to her brother. But as you know, the ramnats of the rebels from the war are still left out there. We are to deal with this before the lady in charge gets wind of this. Understood?" The general's voice echoed with vigor and his men showed understanding of him.
The guards raised the gates and the horses raced out of them. The gates came rolling down to shut after they left. A lone horse came at great speed and swooshed through the gates. It was Rouchefort.
He followed the group of soldiers from a distance without making himself visible.
He followed them for days as they went through desert of sand, snowy mountains and now they were heading into a jungle.
He felt uneasy. It was as if someone or something was shadowing him. He shrugged off the feeling as he raced his horse into the jungle.
'Rustle .... Rustle'
