The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse

Chapter IV: The Queen And Conquerer

There she sat, at her desk in Greece. More accurately the greek palace as she was the queen. A man entered her throne room. And in robes, not pure, but not soiled. Somewhere in between, like a pale shade. He walked like he owned the place, yet looked like any other citizen. Queen Kliforus would behead this man if she had the mind to, but as the man entered, all violent thoughts were replaced by curiosity. He kept walking and presented the queen with a long slender white box. The unnamed figure simply set it on his desk and backed away a few paces. Her guards were about to attack and restrain the mysterious figure, if the physically could, but they couldn't move. The queen, too stupidly confused to realize what was going on simply asked in a clean, calming voice "Who art thou and why are you in my palace?" The pale figure replied only with,"I come bearing gifts only thee may use." With that, the queens curiosity got the best of her, and she opened the box. Inside was a greatly decorated crown made of pure silver with gems even more ancient than history itself may be. As she couldn't even recognize most of them. She knew a few as sapphire, ruby, emerald, and diamond, but the rest were very foreign. She asked where they were from, but received no answer. She set the crown aside not wanting to replace her own. Inside the box, was a bent rod, made out of a pure, black wood long extinct. It held no string or arrows though. Outraged at this joke, she walked aroung her desk and got up in the mystery mans face and said "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THINKING YOU CAN JUST WALK INTO MY PALACE AND PLAY TRICKS! I'M THE QUEEN AND SHALL HAVE YOU BEHEADED FOR THIS ATROCITY!" The man looked back showing no sign of startlement and calmly said "Why, thats no way to treat Death." And as if on cue, which it was, Despair slowly materialized from wherever he resided and let out a snort of green flame. The queen, like that, passed out cold. A few hours went by, as the muscled, pale rider had changed back to his original form and sat atop his steed, flipping Harvester from one, single, huge scythe to two smaller handled scythes with the blade length the same as Harvester, waiting for the queen to awake. And she did. She slowly rose up. But realized she wore different clothes. They were of pure white. Like Famine, a white trenchcoat, tight white pants, slick white boots, but instead of a hat, she wore the crown of the Conqueror. In her hand, the bow known only as Clarity. When she rose up, the queen regained her composure, as queens do, and asked Death his business. "The bow and crown are meant for you and only you Kliforus. Thou art the white rider of sickness and health Pestilence, go thee and RIDE!" And, like that, Death de-materialized once again into blank space and air filled the gap. The queen then went to walk out her door, when she opened it, there stood a white steed. Not of sickness, yet not of health. It had deep, black eyes easily lost in. It practically glowed of white. The horse bowed its head and the queen could only hear the steeds gruff, garbled voice of sickness. "Hello Conqueror, I have been waiting patiently for many millennia, and if you are ready to ride, I am as well. I...am Purity." And like that, the queen saddled up naturally and in one leather gloved hand, she held Purity's reins, in the other, she held the bow. And off they set. To spread pestilence and purity.