That night, beneath the cover of darkness, the two witches quietly left the castle.
A cloaking spell concealed them from sight, wrapping their figures in a thin veil of magic that distorted the air around them. To anyone who might have glanced their way, the courtyard would appear completely empty.
Dydra mounted Speed first, her fingers gripping the reins with quiet determination. The horse had returned with her when she came back to the castle, and tonight it would serve as their only means of traveling quickly without drawing suspicion.
Oryen climbed up behind her, holding firmly onto the saddle as the spell settled around them.
With a gentle nudge, Dydra urged the horse forward.
Speed moved silently through the castle grounds before breaking into a steady gallop once they reached the open road.
