A tall darkling, with purple hewed skin, rode a massive black unicorn whose very breath was fire, while next to him, on a silver horse that easily kept pace, sat a beautiful golden haired human woman in a regal riding dress decorated with the pattern of three towers interconnected by a dozen walkways. She sat tall in the saddle and wore a silver crown upon her head. Her face glinted in the moonlight its features perfect with high cheekbones and strange yellow eyes that glowed like a cat’s in the night. “What if he isn’t dismounted,” said the boy in the grass at the side of the orc. The dark skinned orc with a close cropped beard looked down at his young son and noted the eyes wide with fear, his normally green skin almost ashen and white in color, and his lip aquiver. “They say he’s the finest horseman in the world,” continued the lad. “He will be,” he said as he clutched the end of a fine rope in this hand. The other side was tied to a tree across the path and he tightened his grip as the hoof beats approached.
