Literature
Chapter Four: A Touch of Gold
Down a steep, dirt road path, Ashlyn, Lancelot and Snow were quickly but casually walking down. Ashlyn turned to Lancelot, "You don't mind if I ask a quick question, do you?" Lancelot turned his face to Ashlyn and smiled, "Of course not, what is it?" He asked. "Considering we're in a medieval era and your from the Round Table.. shouldn't we be riding on horses?" She asked. Lancelot stopped in his tracks, "Because, all our main horses were stolen." He explained. "By who?" Snow asked in curiosity. "The Witch." He replied. "Who, The Queen?" Ashlyn asked. "No. Not that witch.. a different witch. She feasts on horses for their beautiful silky b...