Merlin's Horse Experience With Isaac

They had been walking for three long hours, following a single road that stretched endlessly toward the horizon.

To Merlin, it was beginning to feel like a cruel joke. Was this path actually leading somewhere, or were they just wandering aimlessly into nothingness?

Yet, Ivan continued forward with quite confidence. He hadn't once hesitated or questioned the direction, which made Merlin believe he must know where he was going. Maybe he had a destination in mind. Maybe he was looking for someone.

The truth, of course, was far less certain.

Ivan had no idea where this road led. He was simply following with the only idea of finding someone—anyone—who could give him answers. Given how far they were from any major town, the chances of encountering travelers were slim. But not impossible.

And just when Merlin's legs were on the verge of giving out, the distant sound of hooves hitting the dirt broke the silence.

Her head snapped up.