Inside of the trees, owls hooted in loud tones within the dark forest. The one time of night where there was no parties, no yelling crowds, and no excitement.

Zynac was frantically stuffing supplies in his satchels, attaching them to his horse. His face remained stern as he remained as relaxed as he could.

Every so often he glanced towards the woods. He would be dead by sunrise if he didn’t leave the kingdom by dawn.

The King was not a forgiving man towards his people.