That night the dream came. The same one. Except this time Evanlyn was about to die, not Halt. In the morning, way before anyone had woke up, (or so I thought) I went outside for some fresh air. I gasped.
The sun was just beginning to rise over a small lake. It was beautiful. The rays of sun made the clouds look stunning colors of orange, yellow, and pink. I immediately knew this was it. This was what I was going to paint for the art show. I whipped out my paints and a piece of paper.
I set the paper down on an unusual rock that looked like a square block. Then I started to paint. The whole time, someone was watching me. Halt stepped out from the shadows. I didn't even jump this time. I had gotten used to the rangers sneaky ways.
"Its beautiful." he said softly. I didn't answer. "Anything wrong?" he asked. I slowly shook my head. "You know, you don't have to go. I'm fine with you staying." He was talking about the quest. The journey to destroy the kalkara. I spoke for the first time. "No. I'm coming." He nodded.
Only Gilan, Will, Horace, Crowley and Halt were going. But Halt had asked me if I'd come. I would have came even if they didn't invite me. I finished my painting with one more stroke of my brush. It was finished. I let it dry on the rock, staring out at the horizon.
Halt went inside. I thought about many things while I was waiting for the paint to dry. About how this journey.. About how dangerous it would be. About what would happen. And who would die. No one's going to die. I told myself. not on my watch.
I picked up the painting and rolled it up. I went inside, changed, and was all set. I waited for everyone else to get ready. By the time everyone had gotten set, I was biting my nails.
We had a quick breakfast, then said our goodbyes. We set off. I was riding on a sleek, small pony. She was the color of a shadow. So that's what I named her. Shadow.
We were riding east to the remains of Gorlan. We rode for hours. No one talked. Occasionally someone would make a casual remark, but no one really paid much attention. We were all wondering what lied ahead. Will tried to make conversation, but failed to make any.
So, on the first night Halt told us our plan. We would ride to Gorlan, where the kalkara were rumored to be staying. We would split up into two groups, one group would hide someplace. The other group would go on for the kalkara.
That way the kalkara would think there was only three people, not six people. Then, in the heat of the battle, we would come out and help with attack. It wasn't a complicated plan, it was a fairly simple one. The less complicated, the less likely something would go wrong.
So, we rode on. And on. And on. After a whole week or so, maybe four or five days, we about two miles away from Gorlan. We all reviewed the plan. And we were set to go. So we rode on.
We reached Gorlan, and heard a growling sound. Just like the one in my dream. It was close. Very close. We separated. In my group, there was Halt, Will, and me. In the other group, Gilan, Crowley, and Horace.
My group was the one who was going to hide. So we separated, and the plan began.
I thought this chapter was a little rushed… sorry…. Like, the part where they're riding to gorlan. That was sort of rushed. Anyway, reviews are appreciated!