War of Souls Part 1
He suddenly reined in the horse, unaccustomed to such behavior from its master, neighed violently but obediently stopped almost in place, interrupting its gallop by digging its feet into the soft, hospitable earth. As if surprised by his behavior, he shifted in the saddle and patted his mount on the neck as if to apologize. He turned and looked back. He was leaving everything he had. What he had lived for, what he had grown up with, what he would soon miss. He jumped to the ground, not yet knowing what he was doing; he hesitated for a long moment. He approached a spot overlooking the entire area. The place where his entire family lived, the place he now had to leave behind. He took the sword his father had given him before his departure from his belt, sank to his knees, planted it in the ground, folded his hands in prayer, and began to pray. He whispered the rosary, the prayer his mother always recited. In the evening, when everyone had risen from their knees, when they had finished pr...
