he means to ride me on he sees a battle he don t want to face alone i bolt upwards and i shake him off my back he falls to his knees on to a bloody track i can t be your horse anymore you re not the warrior that i was looking for he fearing solitude began to beg when he saw that i was sure stuck a knife into my leg good luck walking on in your own bloody trail this noble path you re on will send us both to hell i can t be your horse anymore you re not the warrior that i was looking for one morning i awoke to someone calling me a priestess i d seen once in some arcana dream and she pulled an orange from the ground is this my warrior i am i am i am found i can t be your horse anymore you re not the warrior that i was looking for i m just a horse with no name where are my other beasts who think the same 