Home in a Hairpin
But before I could be compelled to listen to the echoes calling me further. A rider and his horse galloped along the trail. The presence of the him and his horse silenced the echoes, and he asked how I ended up there. I wished I had an answer, but I wasn’t sure. All I could say was that I was lost. He offered me hand, and helped me onto his horse, to take me back on my original path. I don’t think I’d ever forget that place of Chaos, and it will stay with me in this place of Normalcy.