The heavy thuds of Nero's hooves coincidentally mimicked my heartbeat, beating against my chest. My arms were frantically trying to hold on to Sandor's large frame, but the horses speed made it nearly impossible. I did not know what scared me more: Nero's lightning quick movements or the demonic man only a few paces behind.
I could hear his larger horse not far behind. It wouldn't be long before he reached us.
The forest grew even narrower as the town grew even fainter in the night mist. Soon, all that swallowed us was the darkness of the wild, and the memory of small peace left behind.
"Hold on with your strongest might", Sandor yelled, as my body tried to grab onto his large torso. Beckoning the horse even faster, Nero gallops were taking us near a river, barely noticeable in the light of the night. It seemed to be a tall river bank, leading to Gods know how deep of waters.
A low neigh was heard only a few feet away from my own neck. As I turned my head, fearing what monster crawled behind us, Sandor increased Nero's speed.
Another black beast, even more gargantuan than Nero, pushed itself even closer to us. The master controller sat bent into his horse, a terrible scowl on the largest man I have ever witnessed. I swear his eyes burned a dark copper.
At that moment, I could remember the first time I laid eyes on Sandor's brother. I remember being weary of Sandor, but as I witnessed Gregor's rage at the Kings rally, true fear was felt that day among the crowd. I had heard of his wickedness even with his own brother, burning half of Sandor's face off when he was a child. And I could remember thinking, how could a man like that before a knight?
And as I held tighter and tighter unto Sandor, I knew peace was not an option anymore. Joffrey had finally found us, using his other "hound" to hunt us down. And he had succeeded.
Gregors horse was quickly catching up as the river grew even larger beside us. I could see Gregor un- sheathing his sword, ready to strike as his other massive hand steered his beast.
"Sandor!", was all that I could screamed as the sword struck down missing my head by a hair. Sandor maneuvered Nero forward and closer to the edge of the bank, Gregors horse losing some balance. His slapped his horse to continue the hunt.
It was not long before the second blow fell, yet this time, the professional knight did not miss.
The blade sliced into my shoulder as I could not help but scream into Sandor's back.
I could hear Sandor's yells but I could not reach him. The night grew even darker as my body fell into a cold numbness; the frigid water engulfed me whole.