I looked back up at the tower in wonder. This was our destination? It seemed unreal. For a power that could take over several worlds, including my beloved earth, it seemed too small, to insignificant, too medieval.
“Quick,” Whindel said. He was pointing to a side path. I could hear hoofbeats.
A ridge stuck out from the hill that I couldn’t help but label an acropolis. We ran towards it. As we got a little closer, I could see a spur off of the main ridge creating a small “valley”. Whindel pushed towards this little valley between the ridges and we were soon out of sight of the main road going to the castle on the hill and in another few spots were totally hidden from everything around. I heard the riders pass close to us, their armor clinking and their spurs chiming as the went past.
Whindel waved his arms and a door leading into the new ridge became visible. He led us into a dark room. With another wave, a few lamps light up and the door quickly, but silently, shut behind us. I heard a weird noise and somehow understood that the ground once again covered the door.
We were in some type of carriage house. There were many riding implements, such as saddles and blankets and grooming equpiment, around the room. My attention was suddenly drawn to a star-like object hanging on the wall.
Whindel noticed it too. “No creature has entered this room in the millennia since the last king of Blavour ruled the land, and yet we have this.” He pointed at the star. “The people of Blavour did not need to use spurs. The formed a partnership with their animals and communicated directly their intentions. This cruel object is out of place. I will send it away.”
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