The horseman sat forward in his saddle as one burning with the anticipation of imminent carnage. With the rumble of indignation, he unsheathed a long-curved dagger. Rubies were embedded at the base of the hilt. This was the dagger that bred unrest. It was the dagger that took peace from the land, and the rider was ready to continue its use. “Where are the others?” the second horseman shouted.

“Patience, War. They should be here soon. The seals have yet to be broken.”

The red horseman huffed. He re-sheathed the dagger and dismounted. “Is it not time for Elyon’s wrath? Why have you called us here then?”

“You shall satisfy your fury soon enough. There is an order to things. We must be disciplined.”

“Disciplined, yes, but aggression must move forward.” He stomped over and secured his horse. “There is too much inaction around here. The time is ripe. We need to strike. What are we waiting for?”

War and Death...