Horsemen

The horsemen are coming. They always come. Now we can hear them, the galloping monsters thundering through wasted lands and out of the forest.

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1. Prologue

 

24th March

Once again the horsemen are coming. They always come. Now we can hear them, the galloping monsters thundering through wasted lands and out of the forest and into our home. Into a place they don't belong. Not that rights would stop them. Not that our pleas have stopped them. I shudder as I write this in the fading candlelight. I'm going to have to stop soon, they will be upon us. Their marks surround me in this small room, centuries of them splattering blood and scares across the wood as my ancestors fought. Much good it did them, I laugh, almost hysterical as my fright tingles along my spine.

My sister is sleeping curled up next to me, her raven black hair sprawled against my lap. It eases me slightly, her being there. She was so nervous earlier, her fingers trembled as she had turned the pages of my old book.  It lay clutched to her chest now. it was my present to her on her sixteenth birthday. I can't remember how many times she's read it, but it gives her comfort, so I leave it in her grasp. Her chest moves slowly against the rhythm of the horses. I'm starting to shake. I stop writing this for a moment so I can close my eyes and breath. We will be safe.  Brenna will stay beside me, I will never let them take her.

 

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