Fortunate Girl

I died, but my thoughts were still clear. I stood on a cliff as the mountain wind whipped at my clothes and hair, as if trying to push me over. I don't know how long I stood there. It might have been many days, or only a moment. A tall man came toward me. I don't know when he arrived. He said nothing, just watched me in silence. When I finally looked at him, he said, "Come on. I'm here to take you." He carried me on his back and raced through the forest at incredible speed. The wind roared in my ears. I saw the character "Horse" on him, and struggled to ask over the wind, "You're here. Where's Ox-Head?" ...