The Lone Monk

I don't have much time left to get back, He thought to himself. I was lucky they hadn't killed me for that disrespect.

Martin was on horseback riding through the forest, the roads weren't safe anymore. He looked back at his passenger, Cordell she had managed to tell him her name before she had passed out. She was suffering from what appeared to be an overdose on some kind of medicine. He had been forced to tie her to the horse and continue slowly, being that the horse carried two people.

This girl was strong, stronger than most men he'd ever seen. William was one who might surpass her. To think the Order of Peace and Madness had kidnapped him and failed to get him to join their cause. They hadn't known at the time that he was a member of the Order of Peace and Harmony or they wouldn't have abducted him, but it didn't matter. Martin was the one person who could tell it still bothered poor William.

Martin saw a shadow move in the woods nearby and a woman appeared in the darkness.

"Martin," She called him by name. "I have a horse for you. Get her back safely."

Martin did not recognize the woman and so he asked, "Who are you?"

She walked closer to the torchlight and he could see the horse, "My identity doesn't matter. Take the horse and get a move on. The army approaches faster than expected and boil this to give to her when you get back."

She placed a plant in the saddlebags and disappeared into the night. Martin didn't hesitate and he got ready to leave with the new horse and made sure he had a good hold on the reigns of both horses. He began moving at a much quicker pace than before and in a few more minutes he got back to the monastery.