Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.
As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.

Chapter 53

The man is a bit too talkative, within minutes he tells us his name, Remo. He is the son of a landlord, his father owns large parts of the region. He even had his own group of fighters, which he could use as leverage in possible conflicts.
Remo's path crossed ours because he is needed Kratyo to discuss some business with emissaries of other lords.
To our delight, Remo has enough food to last us a week. “You never know what you're going to get yourself into,” he says when I ask him about his stock. He must read our faces like a mural as he offers to share straight away and we gratefully accept.
Remo is a cheerful person, and he makes sure everyone gets in the mood. This may also have to do with the fact that we will soon encounter a city. Something that is a welcome change after many weeks of wandering. In addition, this city already offers us shelter in advance, so we have no uncertainty about our future accommodation.
Yet I cannot sleep, something drifts in and out of my mind without attaching itself. So while everyone is sleeping, I sit by the fire with Monta. We have now become good friends, despite our somewhat unpleasant first meeting. His head lies on my lap, and my hand caresses his neck.
Suddenly Monta's ears perk up, and his head lifts. He looks left then right and gets up. He turns to me, moves his head down, and continues to look at me. Then he stares in the direction of the road and starts walking restlessly around me. Monta tries to explain something to me, but as deaf as I am to his language, I do not understand anything. I want to wake up Numico, who certainly knows what's wrong.
When I drop to my knees to wake him, I feel the earth shaking very gently. With one jump, I reach the fire and extinguish it with a large shovel of sand. I throw my leather blanket over it to hide the plume of smoke. Now only small clouds come out from under the skin through the sides.
I realize that we are impossible to see from the path as I peer into the darkness to make out the road. Together with Monta, I sneak towards the road. About five meters away, we hide in a bush whose thorns sting me everywhere.
The shaking has now increased, and before I can take a more comfortable position in the bush, I hear the hooves approaching. The ground is shaking so hard that I'm sure this is a large group of riders. At this time of night, I do not expect these to be the friendliest of people.
Monta sits as still as a statue as if he senses what the intention is. Then the first rider races past. Their fast pace makes it difficult to distinguish anything, but slowly my eyes adjust, and I see the group of riders, dressed in black, pass me by.
These are not the horsemen of the dream, nor the horsemen that Cabilah described. Their helmets and armor have grandeur and are more ornate than those of the demons.
My heart rate slows down now that I realize that these nightly riders are not who I thought they were. The wind pushes a cloud aside, the moon appears from behind it. It is almost full and illuminates the dark night. As I prepare to quietly sneak back to our camp, the moonlight falls on the shoulder of one of the last passing riders. A gold emblem becomes visible, and I freeze.
Only when the last rider has been out of sight for quite some time, and the pounding hooves fade away in the distance, do I dare to leave my spot. From the moment I saw the emblem until now, hundreds of things have crossed my mind, none of which I can recall right now.
These riders were not the same as those I had seen in the vision, nor were they the demons who had destroyed Cabilah's village. These were better dressed and in much larger numbers. I must have seen hundreds of riders passing by.
This is too much, I have to tell the rest about this. I mean, they drove towards Kratyo. The place we planned to arrive soon. I woke everyone except the new one. I thought it wise to first consult with the people I trusted before letting outsiders in.
It took a while before we all sat around the fire, and at first, Numico was not happy at all to be woken up at this time of night. "Stop that nonsense," he had said sleepily, until he looked into my eyes and saw that I was very serious.
“I saw them, less than half an hour ago, a group of hundreds of riders riding towards Kratyo. But there was something strange. Their clothes were different, but they wore that same symbol.”
"What could it mean? That we are dealing with a group of fighters divided into different units? Or have they robbed and plundered enough in recent years to dress more decently and pay for new recruits?" Numico asks sounding more awake than he looks.
"In either case, there's a good chance we'll encounter them soon, as I'm afraid Kratyo won't be able to resist the riders. Still, we will have to behave like normal travelers. Whatever feeling we may have towards them, we must project ignorance."All three nod as if it were planned.
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