EVERYDAY someone learns something new. And that day Damien learnt that if he ever, like ever faced a choice where he had to walk barefoot or take a carriage driven by a skinny, ugly and terrifying black horse—he should always choose to go barefoot.
Because this thing was literally a ride to hell.
The carriage shot straight to the sky as if a bullet shot from a gun.
Damien then heard the horse in the middle say, "Turn left, I have a good feeling about it."
Good feeling? What did he mean by good feeling?
The carriage turned an inch towards the left and the one on the left stampeded his hooves in the air. "This is left, I told you that when Rem asks you to go right, you go to your right. Not mine."
"Oh sorry."
The one on the right apologised before turning to his right and shooting straight past the forest that was underneath them. Damien looked behind him, as he was certain that the trees must have been set on fire.
