The glimmering halls of the palace of Tarlea were dark as the king entered his bed chamber. He bore a torch, yet the darkness could not be defeated by a single flame.



My hands were near my face when I ignited the fire. The king jumped with a start.

“Who the devil are you?” he demanded.

“I am Horizon.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “You will be arrested for trespassing.”

“ No,” I replied.