dreamed of an owl and a horse walking peacefully along the seashore. They seemed powerful. The horse had a sea green mane but he had a áo, áo khoác of sparkling silver. The owl was wearing a battle armor . She (I thought the owl was a girl because of her feminine grace) flew over the back of the horse and embraced its mane with her long, graceful wings. The two ceased in a cave as soon as the sky began to rain. The owl lit a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy bởi spreading her wings. The horse lay down in a feather-made mattress which seemed to be weaved bởi a hand.The cave also appeared to be theirs.
"Father will not find us here. I covered it with magical borders so no power can lure us." The owl assured the shivering horse. The horse whinnied," You've already tried your best. It is time to rest now.". The owl hesitated. Suddenly, a lightning blasted..