The Four Horsemen

Epilogue

For eons, the Reaper clan, with the divine covenant from the Lord of heaven and the king in Hell, have chosen the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse for the end of the world,  Ragnorak.

Every reaper since the dawn of time immemorial, has chosen his four champions, his War, Pestilence, Famine and Death. This is the tale of San, the first male Reaper since Martin the White, who is responsible for the Black Plague, the single most devastating event in human history ,after he "accidentally" gave the rats on-board Chinese ships infected fleas.

"Honey, can I come in?" Called a raspy voice within the windy Dreadfort. "Yeah Dad, enter...if you dare " answered San, trying to sound as menacing as a 14 year old could. "Nice try my dear, but your Dark voice needs to come from deeper within"

"Yeah...whatever, so what is it ,mom" he asked."In five years, my boy, you'll have to pick your champions"  champions" she said."Why does every reaper have to pick four horsemen, whats the point?"he asked. "I've told you this before" mother said "Idiot boy, I'll tell you again , just this once. The reason you have to have to select your horsemen so that you can participate in the end of the world, Ragnorok." "Really, that's so cool but what if those champions don't want to be my champions?" "My boy, don't ask people who are still at the prime of life, ask only when they are knocking at our door" ,"That makes sense, so when do I start, Mom?" San asked, now suddenly filled with vigor, "That's the spirit, but your too young, in five years you'll be ready." Mother said. "Fine" San said, sulking. "Now go to bed." Mother said, giving San a kiss goodnight, "Good night ,Mom."