CHAPTER fifty-seven: THE END OF THE BARREN WAR

　　He led her horse through the woods, dense with thick fogs, huge branches and leaves proved to be barriers as she followed him. she couldn’t even see the night sky through the canopy of leaves.

　　Soon, they came upon a clearing, barely visible through the thick fog. His horse slowed to a trot now and he alighted.

　　Amelia followed suit although he helped her to her feet.

　　Taking a hold of her hand, he guided her to the left of the clearing and the next breath stuck in her throat.

　　The fog dissipated at this end and she could see the milky glow of the full moon as it shone down on a pond. The pond was as clear as the night sky, reflecting the twinkling stars.

　　Fireflies shimmered about them as he took both her hands in his.

　　He cleared his throat, but his voice was still hoarse, “Amelia…” he started but the next words stuck in his throat, taking a deep breath he continued, “You gave me the greatest scare of my life.”