Danith looks outside for one last time. His eyes see the orange heaven and he smiles. Lyrian is save for now and that is all that matters. Then his face is grabbed by a cold hand and he looks into the dark eyes of Chygahl and he knows the torture will start.

Outside Lyrian jumps on her horse. Tears roll down her face when she hears the screaming of her father. But she knows she isn’t strong enough yet to defeat the prince. She shivers when she looks up to the Citadel. The once so impressive building now lost his glow. Then she views the windows and sees blood dripping from the windows of the top floor. She hesitates for one moment but knows her father is dead already and can’t be saved. She closes her eyes and orders the horse to gallop away. Screams fill the air. Screams from her father. And then she hears the triumphant laugh of Chygahl.

Lyrian rides to the horizon, her face wet with salty tears. A cold expression in her eyes as she swears to kill Chygahl. And then the figure on the horse disappear at the end of the horizon.

Waiting to return when the time is right