Into War

A scene from my novel, Bloody Banshee. Pictured is Rayth on her steed: Ominous. She's riding into a war she doesn't want to fight and towards her defining moment!

A salty wind blew Rayths pale tresses in a dancing array, carrying her lilac scent. From where they stood, she could hear the echoes of the living elves singing from their camp across the river. Their voices were infused with magic, carrying on the wind for miles as if the sky had memory. The songs were satin soft and ethereal, their voices holding on notes of sadness. Even they knew many were going to die.
“Your heart is cloudier than usual, what's wrong with you?” She heard the voice of her four-legged companion in her mind as she mounted him. It was a special link between Liche and steed known as the Hallow. The link was intended for the purpose of easily understood commands that gave a large advantage in a fight, but when cultivated, the Hallow could turn into an unbreakable bond.
“I’m having those doubts again, I… I can’t quell them. It's the taking of lives.” Rayth said.
“I worry for you greatly companion,” the voice of her steed was soothing yet loud and clear over the backdrop of undead troops readying for war, as if he were at the forefront of it all.
“That makes two of us, Ominous.”