The rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed along the dirt trail. An unwelcome intruder in the tranquil, sun-dappled silence of the forest.
The horse galloped forward at its fastest speed. Thick piles of dust followed from the kicking of its powerful legs.
Perched on top of the horse were two women. Both with long brown hair. Their clothes fluttered against the opposing gale.
The older of two, Eleanor sat at the front, her expression hardened with determination and a sense of restlessness. She guided the horse with expertise.
Behind her, Elena clung tightly to her waist. She leaned forward — face pressing into Eleanor's back, her arms locked around her in a desperate embrace.
She tried to remain calm, her heart thudded with anxiety and stress. She wasn't much younger, but she was less experienced. The tide was clearly taking a toll on her physically.
The saddlebag heavy with provisions weighed them down. Stocked with canteens of water and dried meat and bread.
