The old knight knew the dangers of entering the forest at night. The trees were difficult to navigate by horse and the moon light barely broke through the canopy.
But he had no choice. His son had broken the law and now it was a race to find him before the local protectorate. They had already posted wanted signs of the teen.
He had so many questions for the boy, but they’d have to wait. The knight had followed the clues to this point.
The wind whistled through the tree-tops. He gripped the reins a little tighter, lowered his visor, and spurred the horse to enter.