As we were riding to my castle we saw a bunch of Woodlawn creatures. They were so beautiful. At one point a herd of horses ran with us. I was even able to hop on one and ride it for a bit. It was magical. Although, my hair kept flying in my face.

     "Hey, Markus?" I said.

     "Yeah?" Markus asked, "What's wrong?"

     "I need to stop for a minute."

     "Why?" Markus questioned.

     "I need to cut my hair," I told him.

      "How?" he replied, "with your sword?"

     I could tell Markus was joking. But I was completely serious.

     "Yeah," I said, hair then went in my mouth, I spit it out, "It's too long, it keeps getting in my mouth."

     "Alright then, there's another creek up ahead, we can stop so you can cut your hair, then vain can get a drink as well," he replied.

     I asked, "Who's vain?"

     "My horse," Markus answered.

     "That's his name?!" I said.

     "Yeah, what did you think his name was?" Markus asked.

     "I don't know! I thought like Bob or something!" I exclaimed.

     "Bob? You thought I named my horse Bob?" Markus said.

     "I've seen it!" I replied.

     "You're a dork," Markus told me.

     "I thought you knew that already."

     Markus rolled his eyes at me and laughed.

     We arrived at the creek and we hopped off the horse, who was named Vain, vain headed to the water, he bent down and started drinking the water.

     I unsheathed my sword.

     "Hey, do you think you could help?"

     "Okay," Markus sighed, "but no promises it'll look good."

     "I know it won't, we're cutting it with a sword," I told him.

     Markus walked over to me, he went behind me with my sword.

     "Just try not to cut my neck in the process," I spoked.

     "No promises," he replied.

     I rolled my eyes at that. I heard and felt him starting to cut my hair.

     After around thirty minutes we were done, my hair was all choppy but that was expected, and according to Markus, I kept moving while he was cutting it, which I was not!

     We got back on vain and started riding forwards. My hair was no longer flying in my face, which I was thankful for.