you and i both know that the house is haunted; syden, mast, any

[magnus]

you and I both know that the house is haunted
and you and I both know that the ghost is me

Magnus nodded toward the other stallion and then turned without a word toward the border. It would be faster to go home via air (and he was, thankfully, becoming more coordinated up there), but since his companion was without wings, he simply tucked his own into his sides. It was good fortune that the Gates happened to be one of the closest kingdoms to the fields, and the journey was fairly short—making it an easy trek. It was one of the reasons that Magnus was able to recruit so often and so easily.

He wasn’t quite sure how the horses of the Valley managed.

For the most part, Magnus remained quiet as they journeyed together, although he did his best to pause and let the other man drink when the passed fresh water and answer any questions the other may have about the ways of Beqanna. It wasn’t until they breeched the border of the kingdom that he says anything, angling his handsome head toward Syden. “This is the Gates.” It was, for all intents and purposes, one of the prettiest of kingdoms—fall now in full swing with the leaves turning colors and air becoming crisp—but the scars of the attacks could easily be seen in the scorched earth and burned trunk of the Mother Tree.

Magnus raised his head and called toward Mast, their deer-shifter King who was likely somewhere near the pair, before he brought his attention back to Syden. “The King should be along shortly to meet you.” He picked up his pace again, walking them further into the heart of the land. “Is there anything that I can answer for you though? I’d be happy to explain how our ranks work, the difference between the castes, or answer any other questions that you may have.” It was the very least that Magnus could do.

MAGNUS

once general. once lord. once king.