"We will be ariving shortly." said the talking horse.
"By the way, what is your name?" asked Oinksy.
"Oh! Where are my manners. My name is Gallienta."
"Where are we going?"
"To a mystical place called Razhikal" And that is how Oinksy met not only his new friend, but a new horse. Oinksy and Gallienta walked, or galloped for many days, until they came to a small rest stop half way to Razhikal. There, Oinksy saw a shadow troop, hassling a young girl. Oinksy took out his sword, and stabbed it into the troops heart. The troop instanly died, with a blood curdling scream.
"Thank you......"the girl hesitated.
"Oinksy" Oinksy replied.
" Yes, Oinksy. Those troops have been invading our town for years. My name is Mosera."
"Yes." said Oinksy, very quietly. I could have sworn I have heard that name before. Something Grandpa told me........
To BE Continued....
Mosera
