She broke free. Running away in that wild gallop, feeling the rain pouring on her skin, she felt that wild freedom she needed so much. The air was charged with electricity, the storm was pretty heavy, the sky was lighted by lighting games and the thunders were so loud. She did not really care what was the way, she only needed to feel this freedom in the gallop, on her beautiful black war horse Thunder. That horse loved the storms too and was not frightened to gallop into one.
She was on her way to the south. She told no one she was going, the king did not know she had left. He would get mad, she thought, but by the time she would manage to finish the south defense and bring him a victory in the south war, she thought that might please him and sweeten the punishment for her running away l
