"Yah!" Marcus gave a sharp command, and Blackie answered with a long, echoing neigh that sent the horses in the government stables trembling beneath their riders. Then, with effortless grace, the massive dark steed stepped into empty air and continued upward, following the blazing Phoenix.
"What?" Princess Celeste gasped in disbelief, her eyes widening as she stared at the impossible sight. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. A black horse without wings was actually walking through the sky, each hoof landing on nothing but empty air.
Such a mount belonged in legends, among the divine steeds of ancient myths, not in the world before her.
She studied Blackie more carefully. The creature was massive and coal-black, with the powerful build of a dragon. A single horn rose from its head, shimmering with a strange prismatic light, while black hellfire curled around its hooves and burned beneath each step.
