Katreena had to ride alone back to her village with a steed gifted to her by her Uncle. The road seemed cold, like a late autumn day rather than the summer day that it was. Everything was still as if all life was in hiding. Occasionally, a bird could be heard squawking in the distance or a Grickly Cat screeching. They were all sounds of pain and fear, making the pit in her gut grow and the strain in her neck tighten.

The steed came to a stop and Katreena, who was lost in ...