Flash Fiction Monday: Legends
“Good luck, Sarena!” Freyren said. He held his tanned back straight as one hoof pounded the brambled ground in anticipation, a gentle smile on his lips. Those centaurs loved anything that had to do with adventure. The sweet scent of blackberries followed me as I took flight. “Thanks, Frey!” His son, Brayden, was just my age and had begged his dad to see me off. But lessons and responsibilities kept him away. Frey would surely tell my friend every detail when he got home from