A young crow glided down through the warm ash-filled air, toward his master. With out-stretched talons he landed on a dead oak branch.
"Master! Master!" The young crow cried,
"The village below is ablaze! Run and hide!"
The master looked up at his loyal brave bird,
He nodded and mounted his steed without a word.
~Flower446
"The village below is ablaze! Run and hide!"
The master looked up at his loyal brave bird,
He nodded and mounted his steed without a word.
~Flower446
The Master, who's name was Conrad Farley, pulled his heels back, digging them into his horse's sides. Instantly the horse bolted forward, galloping toward the village. Conrad urged the loyal steed on, steering him the through the burning grassland.
(Might add a story later.)
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