C50 CHAPTER 50

The air was tight as Nathaniel hopped off his horse, his fingers reflexively lingering near his sword's handle. Every tiny thing, from the rustling leaves to the soft breeze, sounded louder in the silence of the night. Birds squawked weirdly, causing Nathaniel to jump. The woodland felt strangely silent, with just the occasional crunch of a stick under his boots shattering the silence