Aeron kept staring at the sight below, the way they had chained Draco and the Blacklands soldiers danced and mocked him. His chest tightened, and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
"No," he whispered. "No… no way this is happening."
Before Nyella or Amber could stop him, he ran back, jumped onto his horse, and charged down the valley.
"Aeron, wait!" Nyella cried, quickly leaping onto the other horse to chase after him.
Amber stood there, shaking his head. "And they leave me horseless…" he muttered. But then, he noticed more Blacklands soldiers riding toward him on horses. He straightened his stance and gripped his sword. "Here we go."
The first rider swung at him. Amber ducked low, slashed the horse instead, and sent both horse and rider crashing.
The second came charging. Amber twisted aside, dodged his blade, and struck the horse down, throwing the rider off. One by one, he did the same, cutting down the horses to bring the men down.
