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The second horseman

lindahasPosted for Everyone to comment on, 5 years ago5 min read

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Oh, what a wonderful sight. Humanity, grinding in the same wheel for millenniums. It is true. It is known. A dark breeze of rage and greed. Mixed in with pride and entitlement. Just like my father before me, I sat on my horse and looked over my subjects.

They did not always understand it. Not all of them. What is a little hunger if it results in glory? What is a life lost if the might of a nation can increase? What is vermin in the grain if there is potential to have more fields? What is some blood and weeps of women and fatherless children if it brings riches to out feet? How do they not understand, how do they not see? How do they not realize that these things were but whims in the wind?

I sit on my horse and feign interest in how they all say their praises. Every day, it is one and the same. Every day, they grow more tedious and annoying. There is food aplenty, the tables are always set. There is fire always, the wood is forever chopped. Everything is plenty. But the men that march into the glory. They are fat in their riches and want to stay that way by sending those below into a bloody battle.

I stand in front of the lines. I strike first. It is how it shall be. A ruler rides in front if he is required. If war needs be, you fight for your people. Everything is plenty, even the blood in the streets. Especially it. I ride for my people. I ride for my nation. I ride for their freedom and what comes from it. I protect what is ours, war does not come cheap. But we shall not stand down and weep. We shall fight to rid these lands of any oppressors.


A man rode stealthy on his horse. A general and king, victor of a thousand battles. He rode for freedom. For his people. He had a lust for liquid thicker than water but he was smart about it. He only fought when provoked. He always struck first with his sword. He always took lives doomed by his own hand. He was mindful of his desires.

He was the most fearless of them all. He had such darkness wrapped in light, his figure was already acquainted with the humans below, under his throne. Not from now but for times far gone. From lives lived before. His job was never done so his living was never over.

A man rode on his white horse. Most skilled of men, against just a wild horde of barbarians, intruding and pillaging. The army of the enemy was just mere tens and he had hundreds, always with him. He had never lost a battle. And he never would. Because you either live long enough to lose or you die on top of the world.

It must have been the most unlucky of things, the most inglorious of deaths. His sword twisted in a weird angle, a sharp pain went through his hip and he pulled too hard on the bridle of his mare. Up, on her hind legs she went, blood was everywhere, it covered the animal from top to bottom. There was way too much of it. Clouds suddenly started moving at a speed of ages in mere seconds. Thunder came and thunder went, the skies were black and a king was still just falling off his horse.

He saw men fight and men win, but there was sadness in them. They were grieving even when the enemy was all but wiped off the face of the planet. He felt like ages washed over his being in moments and yet he was just approaching the breach of the ground. His eyes instinctively fell shut as he accepted the fall to hit him and the pain truly was spectacular.

The loudest of bangs made him deaf and the wildest of sparks were visible through his closed eyes. There were fireworks of more colours than he had known there existed in his universe. Then came the impact and suddenly, he was connected. He fell through the world and it felt like energy was, for the first time plugged in and floating through his veins.

Invisible strings of everything binded him to nothing, he could see! He could feel the earth breathe and the cosmos move. With his eyes shut. The universe, the stars. The whole of existence. It was enlightenment too soon over. His body reached the other side of the ground and went through it, back up, in a new time. It was a short fall indeed but he had seen everything there was. He saw the wheel and the bloodshed. He saw how he had always been on Earth. He was now in our time, the year 2020.

Tired from fighting as there had never been time to take a breath from it, he exhaled loudly. But his last fight was yet to come.

''Just this last war, and we will be done with this Earth.'' he looked into a pair of void-black eyes and fume framed his face from wide nostrils of rage. His mare was there, with him. The blood had covered her completely and was now dry and black.

Let the horsemen ride!


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