Somewhere in the mountains, Klein's P.O.V.
The first day wasn't so bad, but after that we left the only good road. Since then this carriage has turned into a torture device all its own. I have been bounced around constantly for the past three days, so much so that I haven't been able to practice anything.
Not that I didn't try to practice, but I only learned two things during these three days. One that my own mind blade can cut me, and two that being brought out of a soulscape by slamming face first into the floor isn't fun. I would have been much better off, and much happier, walking, but that isn't allowed because I am supposed to be a prisoner.
Jerrick just told me that we are only a few minutes away from Lord Shendaw's castle. That means this nightmare journey is almost over, it also means the real danger is about to begin. As long as Lord Shendaw doesn't kill me himself and throws me into the arena it should all work out.
