With a violent flick of the reins, Victoria dug her heels deeper into the belly of her horse. Strong and sure, the incessant beating of his hooves against moist ground came as a welcome accompaniment to the wild rhythm of her heart. She pushed harder and leaned forward against her companion. Despite the gray distance they left behind, the whispers gained in slow measure. Two trees appeared in their path. Victoria yanked back on the reins, and the horse gave a cry that pierced the constant pulse of the murmurings. “Cherry trees.” The girl who rode astride in front of Victoria breathed. They neared the tree. “Trouble goes before us.” Her attention shifted toward thunder that rumbled in the distance. Victoria followed her gaze toward the darkening clouds. “Look.” Her companion pointed heavenward. “A raven. Morrigan has been sent from the heavens to do battle with us.” The voices intruded upon them.
