It was hot.
The sun blazed proudly amidst the cloudless sky. Its scorching rays flared on as the Gustavi forces rode their horses to the Great Castle of Luxdale. Amy was parched. She could feel her throat get raspy as if she swallowed sand. Her forehead was sticky and her red hair clung to each other in locks.
She looked ahead. The mirage formed by the heat made the scenery before her look funny. Her vision went blurry. Gideon's and Henri's horses seemed to be swaying their bodies like bankrupt belly dancers in need of coin. She blinked hard and rubbed at her eyes. They were not belly dancing after all. Instead, the horses galloped at full speed, seemingly oblivious to the torturing rays of the afternoon sun. Henri and Gideon were riding atop their respective steeds, slamming their rein
