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entire city that yelling would not have been heard. She was a special woman, Sehn, and meant as much to me as you do. Wherever you go, wherever fate takes you, know this, my son. I will always love you, and hope you return home again.”
    Sehn couldn’t take it anymore. He kneed his father in the gut and pulled away. Suhn laughed, furthering Sehn’s anger.
    “Father, when I return home with my treasure, you will feel so foolish for this unmanly display of affection. I shall personally fuc —”
    “Sehn!” his father roared, stopping Sehn in his tracks. “You know better than to use that Human tongue you’ve developed in front of me. Now, off with you. The gates cannot remain open all day. Remember what I have said, and be safe. May the Goddess Helena protect you.”
    Sehn had no idea what’d happened, and he wasn’t sure what the appropriate emotion was, so he turned to his three companions and improvised.

    “Everything you have just seen was an illusion that I created using magic. It is a secret spell, thus if I hear any of you three speak of this ever again, I will execute you. Now, let us be gone from this dump.”

Chapter 6: Sehn Hates Plants, Horses, and Heat

    As Sehn and his four servants trotted along the narrow road, the trees became increasingly sparser. Within the first quarter day of their journey, no more trees could be seen, truly putting Elvar behind them.
    The Harrow-Plains were just North of Elvar, a stretch of land so vast that they ran all the way to Koringrath. It was here that the four of them had done most of their hunting together as many wild and exotic creatures inhabited the plains, including the much-feared Cockalith.
    The narrow road that led toward Koringrath was almost unnecessary. Horses had no problem navigating the smooth, shallow grass that made up the land. It was a bright sunny day, and nature was in full force. Birds of prey attacked smaller creatures while faster ones scurried away from larger predators.
    Off to the left, Sehn spotted a humongous silver creature with four horns and seven legs. It kicked up dirt as it bolted after a smaller rodent-thing. The creature trampled it, flipping it up into the air off its horns, and then opened its mouth as the small rodent landed inside, the crunch of bone audible to Sehn’s ears. The silver creature then turned and disappeared back into thicker grass.
    Due to the lack of trees, the powerful summer sun bore down on the backs of the men, causing profuse sweating among the four of them. Well, the three of them. The Great Sehn did not sweat—he merely secreted excess victory.
    The horses were sweating profusely. Despite their slowed pace, they frequently had to stop to water the animals and allow them to graze. It would be a five-day trip across the Harrow-Plains, and Sehn didn’t want the stupid beasts dying on him before they made it halfway.
    With a kick, Sehn’s horse sped up to ride alongside Patrick.
    “How are we on time?” Sehn asked.
    Patrick looked off into the distance. “We had a good start. By my estimation, we are on as fast a track as possible. But Sehn, we do need to discuss something.”
    “And that is?”
    “I know you don’t want to hear this but you need to. Believe me, Sehn, you really do. You’ve never traveled beyond Koringrath, and you don’t know what people are like beyond the lands you know as home.”
    Patrick sighed. “The world is not the place you think you know. There is unspeakable cruelty in this world, much of it I don’t know if you’re ready to handle, and stop glaring at me, Sehn. It’s imperative you understand what’s out there. It’s not just people, but monsters as well. Once on my travels, I'd even spotted a five-headed cobra. And let me tell you, the problem with beheading a five-headed cobra is that there are five heads to behead.”
    Sehn laughed. “There is nothing to worry about, Patrick. I am here.” Sehn’s horse continued to breathe heavy and pant. “Hmm, I think