Since I live in Norway, it's still pretty cold outside even if it is May. The grass are getting greener, the trees are getting new leaves and the sun is shining. Mountains raising up from a lake, topped with snow. A freezing wind dancing with my hair.
My shoes hit the ground in a well-known rhythm. My feet make a soft sound as I run. I hear the wind in my ears. My body is exhausted, but I still push myself to keep going on. My dog is running besides me, with his tongue hanging out from his mouth. It seems like he prays for mercy. I continue running.
Hooves pounds against the grass. I lean forward, pet Mefistho at his neck. He points his bro