Herefeld felt the cool breeze as she opened the door to the outside. She grabbed her cloak and stepped outside. The ground felt cold on her bare feet as she walked over to her horse, Readhelm. She pulled herself onto his back, leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Let’s go for a ride… We both need the air.”
They rode out into the fields north of Bree. Herefeld loved the feel of the wind in her hair, which she did not feel often in Bree-town. The freedom she felt was the thing she missed most about Rohan. She pulled the horse to a stop so she could listen to the silence. Bree was a very loud town, even in the middle of the night there was an abundance of noise.
They began to ride again and after a bit of trotting, she said with a laugh, “Let’s see if you can still go as fast as you used to.” Chuckling, she gave the command for him to go faster. Her heart leaped as he accelerated at an incredible pace. Her laugh was loud and joyful as they rode farther from town.
Suddenly, her horse jerked to a stop and reared. She fell off and bashed her head on the ground. Her vision blurred and her head throbbed. She slowly touched her fingers to her and and when she moved them away to look they were covered in blood. She tried to call out, but it came out very quiet and weak. A few minutes later, everything went black. Nobody got there in time before she bled to death...
