The White Rose
"Agro!"
Frantic hoof beats echo throughout the ancient temple and a spry, tall, midnight black mare rounds the corner.
Wander gazes one final time at the woman on the altar.
She is dressed in an angelic white dress. Her face, free of any blemishes, eyes resting and mind, somewhere beyond this world. And her skin was a pasty gray.
She was once a dark-haired beauty.
She had long been dead.
"I'll return," Wander promised, his voice became soft. "I'll come back to you when you arrive."
Turning to his horse, and with his back now to his precious love, Mono, he descended down the steps to begin his journey, which may just be the most challenging, and most terrifying experience of his entire life.