LYRA. As we head back towards our camp, we heard an estranged sound of a horse running full speed. Cleo puts a hand up for us to stop and we pull out horses into a quick stop. We go into silence, my guards unsheeting their swords, just to be ready should in case the need to fight arises. The sound of horses gets heavier and closer. I listened and pick up that horse sound. I knew instantly who it was. "Put your weapons down." I tell them. Cleo turns a worried gaze at me, before himself lowered his sword last. Just then, the horse comes into view and as I'd expected, One of my men back at the camp, Dion is mounted on top of it, furiously riding it. He comes to a pull halt at the sight of us. He jumps off his horse, like a man who had seen a ghost and bows his head towards me. "My lady," he calls, urgency in his every word "The Northeners has arrived. They will reach our camp soon." My brows furrow at this information. After two days, they finally decid
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