The Boy Who Dreamt of a Thousand Horses

When the night sky for some of us is everything of what the world could do to reiterate it's splendor, then the stars are but pastels to a grander truth. Those tiny globes of shimmering light, so small but yet so big in the lives of certain men whom spend their entire lifetimes in pursuit of reaching something that would take ten lifetimes still to try and reach. The chase of a dream where dreams often chase men to their own ruin. To a demise that in the eyes of the pursuant, is fate's intricate tag of no man being without purpose. When the night sky could reveal so much, yet even with all that knowledge still leave one to feeling so doubtful.

France Hawthorne is a man past being on a quest, but a soldier of passion and love, being caught in a war that has a passion of it's own to destroying peace in a world that no star in the universe could shine with as much ardency. The devilish complots of men whose heartless actions are inevitably the degeneration of so many good things, and the innocent lives of good people whom mean too much to France to not fighting for. But a war being fought on two sides, as he himself grapples to finding out the truth. Will he ever, or will two unexpected foes blow things even more out of confusion to occurrences that he can't even begin to explain?