She rode alone, spurring her steed faster as the wind whipped past them. She didn't know where she was going, nor did she care any longer. All she knew was that she had to do something - anything - rather than stay put at her house, or read through piles of papers.
Desiare thought back on the past briefly, before discarding it from her mind. There was nothing there that she could change or fix. The future seemed as foggy and unclear as mists rolling in from the Brandywine River during a rainstorm. No, she couldn't foresee what would happen, wish as she might.
Gripping her steed's bridle tighter, she focused on the moment. Was she free? Or was it just another illusion? Who was she? And most importantly of all -
Where did she belong?
