A Modern Legend- Page Sixty-eight

Himeko screamed for James to pay attention to it, for they seemed to be heading straight towards them.

“We have to get out of here, fast!” James shouted. “Peter, don’t bother being gentle with the reigns! You will get yourself killed, as well as your horse, if you don’t get it moving! We have to get ahead of the crowd that is about to cross our paths.”

Peter was not willing to snap the reigns of his horse until he saw that Bayani was safely moving ahead of him. The problem was, Bayani was not very steady with his horse, not used to horseback-riding, and was already terribly frightened with the speeds at which they were running. It took a lot of yelling on Peter’s part before he was willing to pick up any extra speed. By that time, the shadow of the Eagles was passing over them, and then circling back to the back of the herd. Their hooves were pounding the earth as they approached, and Peter and his boyfriend were able to get far too detailed of a glimpse at these animals as they passed just inches from the backs of their horses.

They looked the way an animal would look if someone was trying to draw a buffalo but was too used to oxen and yaks. Their horns were long and stuck out quite far, but also branched out similar to a reindeer or a moose. The fact was, when he turned to look at the animals that had nearly gored his horse, Peter was utterly confused by what he saw. It was as though someone had combined too many animals together, trying to figure out what this thing really should look like. When the Eagles passed by them again, they could see that both of them had grabbed up one of these giant animals in each of its clawed each.

“ They will leave us alone now, right?” Peter shouted as the raced further and further away from the stampede.

“You really think so?” James called back. “Those hopeful words are not going to get you far! Those birds have a hunger like you’ve never heard of a bird having before. Those plain roamers are not for sharing. They are going to eat them up, and you better not be under them when they throw away the bones. usually they drop the bones and horns onto some poor farmer’s field, and the velocity of their fall gets them stuck pretty deep in the ground. It ends up being a terrible inconvenience for the farmer, but every now and then someone gets gored by falling horns. This isn’t the best road to be on, but we didn’t have much of an option.”

“How long does it take them to eat those giant beast?” Himeko wanted to know.

“You ask too many questions,” James told her.

“And you give too few answers.” she retorted. Then she was no longer interested in talking to him. That suited him just fine. She knew it, and she would have asked more questions just for the sake of annoying him the way that he annoyed her, but she also was not interested in bothering.

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About Legends of Lorata

Eleanor Willow is the author of the high fantasy series Legends of Lorata, which takes place on a medieval-style world filled with elves, dragons and faeries. There is also a fourth race, one that is rare and magical: the angelic Starr. Lorata is a planet where four gods are known: good, evil, elemental and celestial-- and there are plenty of legends about them all! One of the most important ones is the prophecy of Jenh's champion, Loracaz, who is promised to return to the land whenever evil threatens to take hold. There are currently for books planned. The first one is completed and currently being edited. Any news I have on about publishing will be shared as it comes in!
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