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Rebecca

After a very long ride, I suddenly felt that the rider stopped. It was the darkest of nights, and how could he just stop in the middle of the woods without saying anything? I peeped out of the chariot and called out his name, but there was no answer.

I looked left and right, too scared to step out of the chariot, but we let him leave this deserted place so that we could get robbed if he was kidnapped.

I summoned courage and stepped out, and what did I see?

The rider was still on top of his horse, his head bent, as if he was sleeping right in the middle of the woods.

"Frederick!" I yelled.

He jumped out of his sleep and by mistake fell off the horse. He got startled and started to run off.

My friend was still inside the chariot, and the horse was running off to an unknown destination. What the hell was going on here?

I quickly urged Frederick to run after the horse because my friend was still sleeping on the horse and now it was running into an unknown destination. There was no