A story of wizards and cowboys in 7 parts.
The door was where he remembered it. Mathias placed his hand on the smooth stone of the outer wall, and the door-indiscernible from the rest of the wall-opened. He led Cyrus through it, watched it close, and headed into the forest.
The Tia were waiting just past the first line of trees. Slowly they approached as Mathias came closer, some visibly in awe of the great warhorse. Cyrus bowed his head as the Tia ran their hands along his mane. On a slight incline, a man with a long scar down his left cheek waited till the others admiring Cyrus stepped back.
Mathias dismounted Cyrus and walked halfway to the man.
“You come from the tower?” the man asked, moving towards Mathias.
“Yes. I am the wizard Mathias.”
“I am Kotitai, of the Tia,” he said. “The white men call…
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