Leaving the Guild with fresh trauma, a burned reputation, and the remnants of my dignity rolled up in a tissue, all I wanted was...
"Bath. Food. Sleep. Forget all about cabbage monsters and egotistical horses."
But of course, the universe had other plans.
Because as soon as I turned into the small alley toward the inn...
Tap. Tap. Tap.That confident rhythm again—like a tax collector with hooves.
I stopped. Turned around.
And like a nightmare that grew legs—Valmor stood behind me.
"Why are you following me?"
"Hungry."
...Pause.
"WHAT?!"
"Hungry. I haven't eaten since… yesterday."
"You're… a horse."
"I'm a Mythical Horse. Mount of the Hero. I only eat classy food."
"Go eat grass in the fields!"
"That's an insult. I can't survive on fiber and the taste of failure."
I blinked slowly.
"So… you followed me because… you want food?"
"French fries."
"FRENCH FRIES?!"
"Crispy ones. With sea salt. And special sauce. Cheese, if possible."
"WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS—MCD?!"
Valmor raised his chin (or whatever the horse equivalent of a chin is).
"I can speak, read, and insult humans. I deserve to be treated like royalty."
I sighed.
"Okay. Listen. I don't even have money to buy food for myself, let alone for an annoying horse."
"I can help you get it."
"With what? Your power as... the Hero-horse influencer?"
"I have... charisma."
"What you have is verbal poison."
Defeated, starving, and morally compromised, I gave in.
We headed to a small food stall by the roadside—the only place in this town that sold discounted fries for those running away from reality.
"One portion of fries," I said to the vendor.
"For him." I pointed at Valmor.
The vendor looked at me.
"For… a horse?"
"Yes. Don't ask."
Five minutes later...
Valmor sat (somehow) next to me, breathing contentedly, enjoying his fries.
"Hmm… the texture's crispy. Slightly salty. Lacks cheese. But acceptable."
I stared at him while mentally retracing my life decisions.
"You know, in my old life, I used to worry about taxes, rent, and a boss who loved sending emails at 1 a.m."
Crunch.
"And now… I'm feeding a smug horse who thinks he's heir to Olympus and demands fast food."
"Progress in life is a relative concept," Valmor replied wisely, chewing another fry.
And in that moment, I realized something important:
I… am never going to escape this horse.
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