Amora slowly opened her eyes when she heard someone speaking. She sat up suddenly, half thinking it was that soulless demon Midnight was talking about. Instead, she found an older man. Oddly enough, her first impression was that he was not a demon, but a human. She stared at him, wondering why she felt like she knew this man, when the horse began to buck. She clung to the horse's mane, trying to calm him, when he suddenly jerked his head back, knocking her squarely on the head. She left the saddle and fell to the ground with a sickening thud. She lay still, breathing shallow, a red spot where the horse hit her. The man presumed human hurried to pull her away from the distressed horse. He looked her over, noting a thin line of blood coming from her scalp.