Oven

Horse galloping sounds echoed throughout the cave. The cave was full of stone and ice. Holen drove his horse as fast as he could, attempting to avoid the vines that were pursuing them. The vines were fast and followed behind Oven's horse, who was injured.

Visibly, the horse looked like it was about to die, its legs got bruised earlier in the trap and now it was running behind. Oven could see as clear as day that he wouldn't be making it at this rate.

He clenched his teeth, his mind racing over words he said earlier in the day. He gazed behind him and remembered the others who had been turned into statues. He then glanced at Holen, who was racing deeper into the cave. A well of emotion filled his face, and he abruptly stopped the horse without informing anyone.

I'll be meeting you soon