Rider Monologue

Fog shrouded the steep cliff edges from view; covering the hidden valley in a suffocating blanket of mist, the roaring wind pulling wisps of the water vapour with it as it soared through the deep velvet sky overhead, sequinned with millions of glimmering stars and small droplets of rain that fell needlessly onto the already drench, slick ground.

A small hooded figure nestled further into her deep purple cloak as she galloped her willing horse along the treacherous cliff edge, the bitter wind nipping at her exposed nose and hands, whilst she desperately raced to escape from the looming shadow of the vast castle, and whoever that brought with it. The slight grey mare charged along, mud flying from under her powerful hooves as she stretched her strides further, adrenaline pumping through her blood as she flew along, skillfully navigating the twisting, narrow cliff path through the all-consuming fog. …show more content…
The hooded rider urged her small mare on, her cloak billowing out behind her like a cape as she begged her horse for more with aching legs and numb hands, the desperation in her actions becoming more obvious as the midnight black stallion effortlessly gained on them, and her mare began to tire from the relentless gallop; nostrils flaring with every laboured breath, sending spittle flying backwards with the ruthless wind. Sweat drenched her pearlescent coat, evaporating into the moist air around them as fast as it was being