The sky was bathed in a fiery hue of orange, streaks of purple, ocean blue, and yellow, mixed up to create a view that could take anyone's breath away.
But Alex could not appreciate the beauty, the expedition they were on, it could take anyone's breath away as well.
Only that this time, it would be permanent.
He sat on a golden horse, a steed so tall that it towered over all the others. It was a magical horse, at least it seemed to have a little magic.
It was stronger than all the others, far faster, and most of all, it had no fear. A gift from his father as he sent him marching to death's door.
Even in the face of death, the steed would march forward without an ounce of hesitation.
Some said it had Pegasus blood running through its veins, but no one had ever confirmed the rumors.
Even in the freezing cold Thalikan plains, the horse's magic managed to somehow keep Alex warm, but nothing could be done about the chill settling in his heart.
