-In the 17th century, in the year of 1609-
Millions of stars suspended in the cold air of outer space, several galaxies here and there, and inside one of those galaxies, through and over a series of planets, is a unique place called Earth. Several people knows that it's round like a sphere, yet they don't realize that the Earth is spinning around slowly, showing off its great beauty.
And through the clouds, floating yet suspended is a large nation, part of a island, and looking like a jagged, crooked fat reversed 'L', and was given the name of England. And within England is a great city called London.
London has over 400,000 people and counting, and one of them is the respectable and known diplomat of politics and England society, John Rolfe himself. Bright green-eyed, auburn red hair within a ponytail, fair skin. He seems to favor red for his current clothes.
It's a week before he's due to sail off to Virginia, having orders from the king himself to have the chief of the natives come to England and talk with the king to avoid war between England and the natives as John Ratcliffe vividly claimed. Rolfe knows the reputation of Ratcliffe, and he may respect him as Ratcliffe is a very personal friend of the King, but claims from his dear family maid, Mrs. Jenkins has warned him of Ratcliffe's racist behavior.
It's early afternoon, the sky nearly cloudless, and it's one of those rare days that the sun is shining. Rolfe had received a letter from the king about the progress of gathering enough men to maintain the ship he will be on. He is riding inside one of the city's carriages, relaxing in the meantime as it takes at least a hour to travel to the palace.
Now, the roads are well-paved with good intentions to travel good and far, but sometimes there is a obstacle to stop the carriage immediately, or scare the horse. Nearby, outside the family manors are children playing, and there are accidents. A couple of kids were playing cricket, and the ball was hit too far over the fence, startling the trotting horse.
The coachman couldn't manage to control the frightened horse, naught with neighs and snorts, and the carriage was thrown into its side, overthrowing Rolfe into the top opening, the crackling sounds of wood. Rolfe was unhurt yet he was a bit dizzy and surprised, glancing over to see the freed horse racing off into the alleys. The coachman groaned, clutching his head.
Rolfe quickly got up, ran over, "Are you all right?". The coachman rubbed his head, "Yes, Mr. Rolfe, I shall be fine with a cup of tea and a night's rest, but alas, Lenard must have been hit by something, the poor horse!".
"Lenard, that's the horse's name, correct?". Rolfe asked curiously. The coachman nodded. "It will be a bit of time to find him, but the carriage's broken! I am so sorry, Mr. Rolfe!". Rolfe patted his shoulder, "You shouldn't worry about the carriage. We're both alive, thank the Lord. And I believe I must help with the search of your horse.".
"Are you certain, Mr. Rolfe? You were to be on the way to the palace! The king would be upset..". the coachman gasped as he's so nervous, knowing the rules and ways of society, not as well as Rolfe, but still.
Rolfe smiled gently, "The king's a man, he shall be fine once one of us tell somebody of this unfortunate event. Now, I believe Lenard has ran into there. I will be back with him.". He then walked quickly to the nearest alley, leaving the coachman looking after him, with the broken carriage behind the coachman. He soon heard shouts from the nearby house, requesting if he needs help.
Meanwhile, Rolfe now is running as the alley is private, clicking with his tongue to call for the horse, listening for hoof-steps or the sound of a neigh..something. He soon heard a whicker in the distance, and he turned a corner, seeing Lenard snorting in frustration as the reins got caught into something. Rolfe called out, "Hey, boy..Easy, Lenard. You look exhausted, old boy. Let me see what has caught into your reins.".
Rolfe softly petted the horse's side, whispering, speaking in low tones as he don't want to startle Lenard to death. Lenard looks so pale as he seems slightly unnerved. Rolfe smiled softly as he patted the forehead softly, noticing that the reins was caught into a band of a barrel, barely noting that there was a wide oval mirror nearby.
"That's a good horse, Lenard. That's it, old boy. You sure had a fright back there. See, no harm done.". Rolfe freed the reins from the barrel, patting Lenard's neck softly when a sound came, startling Lenard into rearing, causing Rolfe to walk back, "Whoa, whoa, Lenard! Easy, boy!". Lenard only neighed, stomping and rearing as the crashing sound scared him so, shaking his head furiously, one of the hooves kicking at the barrel which caused the mirror to quiver, then suddenly, it became a bright glow, growing within the mirror and outwards.
Rolfe partly was surprised by the appearance of the light, and gave a gasp of shock as the bright light blinded him as the light got stronger and brighter like the sun, and within a couple of seconds, he and Lenard was enveloped by the light, and vanished from the alley, and no one else was around to know of Rolfe and the horse's disappearance.