64. Five Months
The dark sky never seems to end. I figure if I ride as fast as possible all night, and rest and hunt during the day, I will make better time than sneaking around in the light. With my long black cloak and Night's black hair, we won't be seen as easily if we were just a black blur in the black night, rather than a black blur in sunlight. A compass is already stapled to the back of the reigns, on the back of the neck of our horses, in order for the rider to see which direction they are going at all times. Night's say we are going west, which I can scarcely remember from Midnight's stories and Queenie's rants that this is the direction to the deadly place I'm going.
I follow the compass West, only stopping at sunrise to sleep and spending the afternoon hunting anything from rabbits to rats to deer with my bow. Night stays fairly well behaved, and rarely gets spooked by the dark woods. He becomes my best friend, and only being that will ever really understand how treacherous yet exhilarating this trip has been.
* 5 months later*
I peer over Night's mane and through the woods at the huge concrete building in the center of a clearing in the woods. It looks as if it used to be a meadow with enormous, sweet-smelling flowers and soft green grass. But all that has been whiped away by the trampling feet and pollution from the busy travelers in and out of the building.
I draw my dagger, and take of my boot, sticking it under the sole, like I always do before a fight. And I know that this is to be the biggest one I've ever fought, especially by myself. They would've never let me do this on my own, that is why I had to die. I had to die to save my family.
All the people here want one thing, and it's a member of the Shadownight or Rouge family. I can give them what they want.
Knowing this is the last chance for my family to live in peace, I softly pat Night's neck, urging him forward slowly, towards the headquarters of the notorious Chess Pieces.