"People see you as the devil," Wyatt uses his fingers as devil horns.

Lord save me from this man.

I don’t know what brought us to this conversation and I honestly don’t think I care. Besides, this news is not news to me. I know I’m not particularly liked by many on any particular circumstances and I’m fine with that.

"Wyatt. Shut up."

We put our journey to a brief pause because Wyatt’s horse needed to rest. I hop off of mine.

"Fine," he sighs and sits down, leaning against the large boulder.

I take my flask of water out of the satchel strapped onto White, my horse, and drink it.

"How do you know the Clem is actually in Katharos and not in hiding back in Pryla?"

"I’ve been having dreams. Recurring dreams."

Wyatt raises a bushy eyebrow, "Dreams?"

I nod and shut the flask. Vivid recurring dreams are seen as signs from the gods trying to push you to go after that sign. It took me only three days to decide to go after Clementine.

It was the same dream but in slightly different ways. But it was always the same people and setting.

Me and Clementine talking — laughing with Anastasia and Eiran. And for some reason, I always saw the same familiar green eyes that looked like mine. I have never seen those eyes before. I had worried it was my father but I came to realise by the second night that the eyes were feminine. Round, long thick eyelashes.. When I get to Katharos and find Clem, I will find the eyes that haunt my dreams.

"Besides, Clementine isn’t stupid. She would know better than to hide out in my kingdom when she’s now wanted there." I glance at the young man sitting in the ground. "Come on, let’s get moving."

(Based off of my WOF series)