Chapter 11: Start of the Trial
Chapter 11 – Start of the Trial
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The sound of hooves echoed steadily as a black carriage rumbled down a stone path. Two massive horses pulled it forward—both beasts pitch-black with glowing red eyes. The crest of the Warborns was etched into the side of the carriage, cold and proud.
Inside, Kaden sat in silence.
His chin rested lightly on the hilt of Reditha, the weight of the journey ahead pressing down on his shoulders. He was on his way to leave the Stronghold—for the first time in this new life—and beyond that, he would walk alone.
And across from him sat someone unexpected.
"Why are you even here if you won't look at me? Let alone talk to me?" Kaden asked, irritated.
His sister, Daela, sat with her arms crossed, gaze turned to the window, her expression unreadable. She didn't reply. Didn't even flinch.
Kaden sighed and gave up.
He was already anxious—this was his first time outside the Stronghold walls since his rebirth. And he'd be alone. Completely alone.
To say he wasn't afraid would be a lie.