The frightened knight would run back to their kingdom, as fast as their new and old limbs would carry them.
They shot past the sleeping hollow, flew by the archive.
They paid no mind to the howls coming from beyond the forest.
Their wings swept the abbey, leaving nothing behind
But their journey was still long, still tiring and perilous, and took them days.
When they finally reached the horizon...
They would see Chrysus up in flames.
proceed?
