The Red Horse Of War

3 The Men On Horse's

And as the days came and went, and after a while they all began to blend together and then, those days became months, then those months became years, the kids in the village grew even colder and meaner to Ira bellum, but expressly her sibling. And as time went on it only continued and worsened but not only that, but her village was almost always at war. And she hated it. She hated the red in her hair. She hated the blue tint in her eyes, She hated the constant wars the village was in, but she hated the fire symbol on her shoulder most of all. She hated it all. She kept looking for the warrior she met that night but could never find them. She figured they must have done something to her to make her like this. She looked all around her village, high and low. She started to spend most of her days inside painting and sewing, and soon she became one of the best seamstresses and artists in the village. And some of the neighboring ones as well, many women came to her for clothes or porters, and many men asked her for her hand in marriage, but she always refused.

A few days after she turned eighteen, as dawn was approaching, she walked out of her house, got atop her favorite horse, and left her home in search of the mysterious man for answers, with not an ounce of luck. Two decades passed, and she noticed that she wasn't aging. Over a century passed as she still searched for the man. Still, after one hundred and thirty-nine years of searching for the man, she started to believe he was just imaginary, and so she gave up on her search and found a beautiful field on the edge of a cliff. Below was a beautiful coral reef in the ocean. She found so much comfort in that field on the cliff's edge that she decided to build a home there. It took a few years but she finally finished a small cottage. Her home, one where she is loved.

Decades passed, and Ira Bellum made a large crop field that she loved tending to and built a few animal pins with sheep, pigs, cows, and chickens. But some days all she did was wonder, somehow, one way or another, she always found her way, to one war or another, no matter how hard she tries not to, after a while she realized she just couldn't avoid wars, and so she stopped trying to avoid them. Instead would watch and if she liked one side more she would start fighting alongside them which continued for years to come. She became the best sword fighter in all the realms. But today was not one of the days where Ira would just wonder endlessly. Even after many many years passed Ira still loved feeding birds, and normally at least a few dozen would come to feed, but on this day, considerably fewer birds came, many dozens less than normal, only a murder of eight crows came to eat and as she was feeding them, in the corner of her eye she finally saw him, the man she searched for centuries for, but this time he wasn't alone.

There he stood in front of her house next to him were three men, all four sat atop four horses one white, one red, one black, and the last one a boneish color, all four stood in a line. They stared at her as she approached, they stood unmoving, it looked to her as though they weren't even blinking. "Lator Belli." She said in a raised voice as she neared the men atop their horses. It seemed as though they were in a line.

She was now a few feet from the horsemen; the one closest to her was a sickly looking man. His skin was a sickly white with big bags under bloodshot his eyes, snot running down his face. He sat on a snow white horse he wore a dress that looked like a medical gown, and he had a bow slung over his soldiers, then to his left sat Lator Belli on his bloody red horse, he looked the same as the first and last time she saw him, next to his left a black horse atop was a man whose clothes resembled that of a food merchant he had hair that was pulled up into his hat but she could see a few strands of black hair falling out of it. His eyes were so black it looked like they were a void of pitch black, in his hand he held a scale but it was tipped towards his as if it was in his favor and no one else's, next to his was the last man, he was atop a scarily pale horse he wore a long hooded cape, it covered most of his face and all she could only see his sharp pale boney chin. she wondered what he looked like under his hood as the cape flowing in the wind she could see a few pale gray hairs fly. He gave off a warm and safe feeling that made her wish to follow the hooded man wherever he might take her.

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