Shade-Of-Memory

As Ben rode down Brandy Way                As Ben rode down Brandy Way, the steady clop of his horse's hooves grew more and more hypnotic. It was midnight; the sky above was dark and the earth was silent. Even thieves were asleep at this hour. Ben hadn't passed another soul on the road since dusk.                But silence or not, it was Ben's duty to patrol and protect this road. Ever since the war broke out in the east, the kingdom's roads had grown thick with thieves and troublemakers, eager to profit from the disorder. Brandy Way, the fifty mile trading route between the metropolis of Greatgarden and the famous Bluffroc