Only If I Could (4)

During the pouring rain that was getting heavier, and the darken night, Dylan rode his horse frantically down to the deserted streets of the capital – unlike the chaos in the place he had just left. All that could be heard now was the neighing of horses galloping in fear of the dark and pouring rain. But neither of them beat the loud sound of Dylan's racing heartbeat.

It was as if Dylan could hear nothing but the deadly thumping inside his chest.

‘Fuschia… Fuschia, not again, please. Please.” Dylan tightened his jaw while waving his whip frantically.

“Kiiiiiiik!” The horse neighed as they surged into a gallop.

'Come on! Faster! Faster!'

His piercing eyes cut through the darkness of the capital in front of him. Determined to get rid of everything that stands in his way, and make the blue fireball that is continuously shot into the night sky his goal.

He recalled the conversation directed as a joke between Fuschia and Merri about the signal they would fire if they were in trouble to see