"Run! I have to run! I can't be even a second late!"
Thomas glanced back every now and then as he urged his horse to run faster.
He was afraid Nolan would catch up and kill him. He didn't want that. He wanted to live.
Half an hour later, the horse beneath him suddenly weakened before finally collapsing.
Thomas was thrown forward and rolled several times across the ground.
"Argh…" He groaned in pain, clutching his aching stomach.
"Damn it!" he growled.
With great effort, he forced himself to his feet and walked over to check on his horse.
"D-Dead?" he muttered in horror.
He couldn't feel the horse's heartbeat or breath.
Panic gripped him once again. Without a horse, his speed would be greatly reduced.
"Damn it!" he cursed inwardly.
Gripping his sword tightly, he ran forward with all his might. He no longer spared his horse another glance. His only concern now was getting away from that cursed place.
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