The air was tight as Nathaniel hopped off his horse, his fingers reflexively lingering near his sword's handle. Every tiny thing, from the rustling leaves to the soft breeze, sounded louder in the silence of the night. Birds squawked weirdly, causing Nathaniel to jump. The woodland felt strangely silent, with just the occasional crunch of a stick under his boots shattering the silence.
Nathaniel's eyes darted around the dimness, looking for any sign of movement. He breathed quietly and carefully, each breath demonstrating how awake he was. The woodland seemed to be full of hidden watchers, all of whom had their gaze fixed on him. A shudder ran down his spine as he moved cautiously among the trees, calmed by the familiar weight of his sword.