The Road to Bernlit

The road stretched out before us, winding its way through the dense forest like a dark ribbon cutting through the shadows. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow upon the landscape as we rode hard, our horses pounding the earth beneath their hooves as we pushed onward toward our destination.

The events of the past few days weighed heavily on my mind as we journeyed through the night, and the memory of our harrowing escape from Everlight still fresh in my mind. Gwendolyn rode at my side, her presence a comforting anchor amid the chaos that surrounded us, her eyes scanning the surrounding forest for any sign of danger.

"We need to reach Bernlit as quickly as possible," Gwendolyn said, her voice low as she glanced over her shoulder. "Grandmother and Michael must be worried sick. They'll be waiting for us."