I look at the despair around me and see. Men, women and children alike lay on the ground in a sea of blood. Their bodies unmoving with their eyes still open wide in terror and arrows in their chests. Victims of a merciless quest, their corpses decorate the ground of the village that was once a happy place but is now but a gory catacomb.
In the middle of the ravaged huts, stands a woman. With a silver crown sitting atop golden locks and lifeless grey eyes, she bears a white armor stained with the red of the conquered and a wooden bow in her left hand.
A frown wrinkles her ivory face, and as she stares at me, I am not scared as I should be at the vision of this blood-covered figure but rather, I am overcome with a feeling of pity.
This is the second installment of the Four Horsemen Compilation: The conqueror on the white horse.