The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse

Chapter V: A New Sickness

Year:2015 Bed...she was still in bed. Good, it was just a nightmare. She dreamed of Death coming for her. His cold, pale touch to end her existence. She saw his great scythe and powerful steed, all in a dark, ashy world. Instead though, he said "Come with me Neyly, come see what you can become." And she ran...She ran and ran, but in the end, Death got her, and cut her down. That was when she woke up. Startled, she went down to get some coffee. Everyone was gone, probably at another gun convention without her. Whatever, she was almost 18, she could handle herself. Guns lined the walls, she didn't understand why her parents would always buy guns when they barely had space as it was. They lived in a small country house in Texas, how could they possibly fit all this stuff. She made her coffee and some breakfast, just eggs and toast, and sat down to watch the news. Crashes, crimes, usual everything else. Except a murder and how they described it. A 45 year old man, found dead in Central Park. Not a normal stab wound or gunshot. It was 2 inches wide and a little bigger than a foot down his chest. It looked as if it had been seared by lava also. Only one weapon in creation could do something like that. That weapon...was known as Chaoseater. There was also a burn trail in the grass that looked as if it was from a...horse!?! She didn't know what to think of it. She had only heard of Chaoseater in legends, the legends of The Horsemen. She thought it was just a dumb coincidence that he burned from whatever. Maybe the killer tried to burn the body. She went on with her day like usual. Allergies attacking her as usual, the same comments about her sniveling and coughing. She was always sick, allergy season or not. It kept bugging her all day though. Like the murder was calling her. She got her stuff done. Being bullied and school alike. She went home eventually to sweet serenity in her bed. She slept for a few hours. Completely skipped dinner and weekly movie night. She awoke at around 9:30 at night. She looked up and out of the corner of her window... was a faint white light. She got up to see what was going on, it seemed to form a path the more she stared at it. It was concentrated to the sidewalk, went up the street and around the corner into the woods. The scary, "haunted" woods, she know it was just a tale to scare kids into not getting lost in them. She was very curious, so she snuck out. She followed the path which seemed to move with her. Every time she looked back it was just regular, dirty sidewalk. But the path she followed was clean, sterile. Even the air around it felt clean. She finally rounded the corner to the woods and kept going, not imagining anything bad. She walk up to a shack, and the path ended. She was tired, how long was she gone? An hour, two maybe. "Time doesn't move at regular intervals for us" a calming, clean woman said from seemingly nowhere in particular. "Wwwhhaaattt" Neyly replied. "You've only been gone five minutes in real world time. So to answer that question, yes, you've been gone for two hours, but in slowed time. Enter." So Michelle opened the door and walked in. The cabin wasn't much bigger than 10x10 feet. Inside sat a woman, slouched over, dressed in pure white, yet felt of sickness. This was all very bizzare and she felt like she was in a dream. "This is no dream Neyly Galburg. This is all the truth, all that happens is real." How could this mystery woman read her mind. It was the most confusing thing in a while. "Neyly, I have summoned you and you have answered. The path you followed was hard to resist wasn't it. I knew it would be." "Who are you and why am i here?" Neyly asked. "You are here for this very one reason Neyly." The woman presented her with a slender white box and Michelle took it and opened it. Inside sat two things, a pure silver crown and a bent, black, wooden rod. She set the crown aside and took out the bow, bedazzled by its beauty and craftsmanship, yet bewildered by its use. "Clarity and The Conqueror's crown." She said. Neyly looked at her in amazement. She didn't know what to do but pick up the bow and put on the crown. The woman, amused at Neyly's ambition, simply nodded. "Thou art Pestilence, with thy steed go spread sickness and health!" She walked outside after the woman vanished only to see a great, white steed. Known only as Purity. The horse bowed its head and Neyly only heard the horses garbled, rough voice "Only you and the others may see me. Only when you are in rider form may you be undetectable. You will basically be a ghost." She didn't know what to do, luckily her horse did. So they went, to spread sickness and health together.