Myrhoa.
Myrhoa has served me for the last three winters, in that time, she has carried me over many lengths and stretches…her manner though in retrospect was not too dissimilar to mine. Fear is something not many would admit to.
Though my own personal struggles have waned, there is still a deep routed fear that can rear its head; and one which was often mirrored by my mare. Travelling the Eastern road, in return from Eregion, I lingered little at Ost Guruth. I made haste steering clear of the road. I reached the brow of a gentle hill before the road inclines upwards and the shadow of Amon Sul stretches. It was barely dusk, yet the darkness became sudden. Like a thick cloud, the air enveloped the hills and swiftly covered the land. We slowed our pace and I let Myrhoa navigate the land freely. The distant watch tower still visible as a blurred stretch of darkness, we slowly made our way forwards attempting to reach the road. It was not long until the sky opened…it rained heavily and at length.
The search for a suitable place for camp was at the fore in my mind, though the land could not be surveyed. The land steadily climbed….either side a pool of darkness; little could be seen beyond a spears length. In the distance there was a loud and sudden noise, not one I have heard from any animal or beast I have come across. A chill ran down my spine as Myrhoa reeled back. I felt the weight of her stagger to one side before she kicked her front legs in the air. The next thing I knew was a flash of white before my eyes and a ringing in my ears.
The darkness slowly enveloped my vision again, I felt warmth under me. I do not know how many days I had laid there, but I woke up to my mares whimpering.
I tried to assess the situation and damage…allow Myrhoa to water, before I lost consciousness again…. Myrhoa bore the brunt of my fall; in essence she saved my life.Though, I could not save hers.
The walk I had to take toward the Eored was one of the worst I had to undertake in my life. My vision blurred and flickered. I carried my saddle and belongings toward the Forsaken inn, for once it was a sight to behold….no matter how unclear a sight it was. I rested only shortly, the value of drink more important, before setting out Westwards again toward Westcomb. I recalled the way and the scent of the marshes, before stumbling upon the stone gate to the hamlet.
Upon entering the halls, Aethelwigend Lorcen Realm was attending to his breakfast. The weight on my shoulders increased, and my heart sunk. My appearance wasn’t one to be desired… days worth of mud on my robe and the strains of restless sleep; there was no way to return to my quarters unnoticed…. The last thing I recall was shedding my robe and riding gear and clambering into my bed, sleep overwhelming me.
Upon waking again, there were parts missing… few memories with gaps in-between… and a heavy sense of dread….
