The destrier’s scream pierces the stillness as its hoof sinks into a hidden hole. In an instant, the beast crashes down, flinging you and Sir Edgar into the underbrush. You hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from your lungs, pain flaring in your side. Edgar is up before the dust settles. “Elinora!” he calls, scrambling to your side. His hands are rough but gentle as he checks you for wounds, eyes sharp with fear.
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