"...So I'm going out to earn money and take care of my little brother." Alan finished his story.
      "That's tough. Now I see, you couldn't afford a saddle. I have a two-person tent, we can stick together. I'm sure we can help out each other." Prism offered thoughtfully.
      Alan sighed, "You don't have..."
      "What was that?" Prism yelled as a strange cold came over him.
      "What was what?" he asked.
      "That... it feels like a spell..." he looked to both sides nervously.
      "Are you sure?" Alan asked skeptically.
      "Yes." Prism kept searching.
      "I don't feel anything." He glanced awkwardly both ways.
      "It's definitely magic."
      "Is that it?" Alan bellowed as he finally looked over his shoulder. A dark sphere swirled over the trees clearly into their view.
      "It's black magic!" Prism shouted.
      "I have to go get Eric!" Alan tried to force his panicking horse around.
      "No, we have to run while we can!" Prism corrected him, snatching his reins.
      "Hey!" Alan shrieked at him.
      "No! I'm not letting you die! We're getting out of here!" he tugged at the reins, steering both horses into a fast gallop the opposite direction. Poorly trained, Alan had to cling at the horse's neck to keep from falling off.
      "No! I have to go back!" he kept on.
      "I'm sorry, we can't do anything, we have to run or it'll get us too!" Prism apologized as they rode away.