Into the wild

 It was a black silky stallion standing tall and ever foreboding. His hair waved in the wind and he stomped so as if he was in a tizzy to start their destination.

Milo looked at the horse blankly wondering if the animal knew him from some other time. Honestly, he didn't know many beasts of this caliber, but the horse waited for him to proceed. Milo smiled then as if there was no choice. They must go. Even with hungry stomachs the couldn't say no to a ride like this.

"But..but what if it takes us to a monastery?" ChaCha whispered into his ear as he carried her on his back.

"Nonsense."

"Monks never help women, only children," she said as if he'd forgotten. She made it sound as if he would leave her on the road to fend for herself.

"I'd never leave you," he promised. Although, he was sure she was in a pout. "What? We should just wander around starving to death?"

She wouldn't speak. He didn't care. They would go where ever the stallion would take them and they did as the stallion jetted across the prairie. Of course, the landscape was vast. It was the central plains. Milo couldn't imagine where they were going, but he hung on to the clumps of the dark hair and she held on to him as if she might melt into him. 

Finally, the stead slowed down to a low gallop. 

"The Heaven Sent sect is no picnic, you know. It might as well be hell. They practice lots of dark arts," ChaCha reminded him this might be their doing.

"Hush, we know nothing." He kept his eyes forward on the naked praire. He suspected all the sects knew darker arts than they exposed. Times were hard. It was a cut-throat world. Hard to say who anyone's friend was.

"What happened to you? You said you knew my brother and now you're only a ghost," ChaCha reminded him.

"It's best to forget," Milo was closed-lip, he didn't want to relive any of the events of his recent life. "I'm nobody."

"But you weren't always," she said as her sweet breath was near and he didn't want to spoil this moment. "You knew my brother. Tell me a story. Tell me a story about my brother."

The stead was at a steady speed, but there were miles to go in the wilderness.