Fantasy
The Crystal Keepers Saga
The night air was crisp, steam came off the horses as they trampled down the canyon. A half-moon shadowed the canyon. They were riding hard and fast. Hooves threw dirt rocks striking horse and rider. None felt it. Chests heaved all around. They were too focused on running. Fuel by fear. What was chasing them was too hideous for their imagination to accept. Suddenly the leader stopped, and the horses stopped with her as if on mental command. The leader was on the ground as her horse slid to a stop.
By May Simmons4 years ago in Fiction










