Bab 14: Chapter Fourteen

This is insanity.

It's not quite what I was picturing when I was offered the once and a life-time chance at being a part of a fairy tale romance.

Disney-princess fantasy, I think not.

This is freaking Braveheart.

"Mort, I sure hope you're fast!" I scream as I see the massive gate of the Garthorn castle open. The loud siren reminds me of something off, Silence Hill. Goosebumps litter my body as I try to tap down my hysteria of the situation. Mort nervously pounds the ground with her massive hooves, jumping to the left then right. The rain is relentless, making it hard to see clearly through the night.

What in the world have I gotten myself into?!