This story takes place in 1775, three years after Daniel's story.
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Reymen stood in the rain. He could see the breath of his horse against the night sky; puffs of white that floated away in the deluge. Lightning split the clouds, an illuminating flash he didn't need. His vampire eyes were accustomed to the task of seeing in the dark, even with a late autumn storm.
The sound of hooves came in the distance, barely discernable over the pounding rain. The road before him had turned to sludge, with little rivers carrying away the few solid bits that remained. He'd pulled off of it, waiting in the deep, wet grass, holding his horse's reins.
The message had come yesterday, from a tired rider and exhausted horse. When Reymen had broken the seal, the paper said only, "Wait for assistance. J
