Black and white, with a sound of thunder, they stormed across the world.
Two horses; one as dark as night and the other as pale as the moon. They strained against the leather, pawed at the earth.
Behind them, calm and confident, their prince stood, the reins held in one hand, his sword in the other. The conquering hero.
His armies had traversed the world. Nations had fallen at his feet. He looked around, surveying his new domain.
Then, with a impulsive grin, he urged his horses into motion once more. Behind him, his armies stirred, formed into ranks, and marched behind their Prince’s chariot.
© Kari Fay