This is my first Disc-World fic so it may be a bit random, I haven't read
all the books but I've read quite a few. It's pretty much about the four
horse men of the apocalypse. I'm going to read Thief of Time and once I
have I'll put Ronnie in, all I know about him is that he quit before he got
famous and is a good milkman.
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Great A'Tuin sailed through space carrying the Disc which was supported by
four elephants standing on his or her* back. The sun rose and light spread
across the Disc like cold treacle, slowly.
All was normal on the Disc, a lone wolf howled under a full moon, but stopped because it was embarrassed when no one joined in.
Death was in his garden attending to his bees, he was wearing a beekeeper's hat and gloves as well as the usual hooded cloak. It wasn't as if he could feel the bees stinging him it was just that sometimes they flew into his skull and buzzed around. It was annoying having the echo of bees buzzing in your skull and bumping into the sides of it, last time it took three weeks to get them all out.
The garden of Death was all black but if you looked closely you could see different shades of black, it was like a whole colour palette except it was of one colour.
Death walked back to house carrying the black honey-comb he had obtained from the bee-hive. On the way he passed the outskirts of his domain where, if you listened closely, you could hear the last words people had said before they died.
"Wha-"
"Is it just me or is it really hot in here?"
"Look, a box on le-"
"It's a nice view if you lean this wa-"
Death passed the stables and gave Binky, his horse, a gentle pat. Binky was white and glowed, his hooves sparked whenever they touched the ground. He looked almost too intelligent to be a horse, could carry immensely heavy loads and time had no meaning to him, that's how Death was always in time for someone's dying.
He walked through the large doors of his house, past the umbrella stands with his scythe in it and the clock that had no hands and walked to his study where he sat down in his desk, waiting.
He heard the soft clatter of hooves and a distant swearing as three men got of their horses. After a few minutes Death heard the front door open as War, Famine and Pestilence walked in, the other members of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
War entered the study first, his chain mail clinking slightly.
"Sorry we're a bit late old man, the Tsoteans and the Ephebians were having a few quarrels again," War sat down in a big black chair.
"DON'T WORRY, I HAVEN'T BEEN WAITING LONG," Death's voice sounded like two gravestones grating against each other and his voice seemed to enter the head without bothering to go through the ears.
Pestilence, who was weedy, and Famine, who was thin and ragged, came in after War and sat in the two remaining chairs.
"War, how are Terror, Panic and Clancy doing?" Pestilence asked in a thin weedy voice.
"Just fine, but life was so much better in the days where I didn't have children," War answered.
"AH YES, THE GOOD OLD DAYS."
All of them sat in a reverie, thinking about days gone by.
"How about a game of Bridge?" asked Famine in a hollow voice, "You know, that game the little fellow Two-Flower taught us."
"A GOOD IDEA, DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN......."
*No one knows the gender of great A'Tuin, some wizards found out but they fell off the edge of the Disc before they got to tell anyone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That is where I'll stop for now, I know it was short but it was just an introduction sort of thing.
All was normal on the Disc, a lone wolf howled under a full moon, but stopped because it was embarrassed when no one joined in.
Death was in his garden attending to his bees, he was wearing a beekeeper's hat and gloves as well as the usual hooded cloak. It wasn't as if he could feel the bees stinging him it was just that sometimes they flew into his skull and buzzed around. It was annoying having the echo of bees buzzing in your skull and bumping into the sides of it, last time it took three weeks to get them all out.
The garden of Death was all black but if you looked closely you could see different shades of black, it was like a whole colour palette except it was of one colour.
Death walked back to house carrying the black honey-comb he had obtained from the bee-hive. On the way he passed the outskirts of his domain where, if you listened closely, you could hear the last words people had said before they died.
"Wha-"
"Is it just me or is it really hot in here?"
"Look, a box on le-"
"It's a nice view if you lean this wa-"
Death passed the stables and gave Binky, his horse, a gentle pat. Binky was white and glowed, his hooves sparked whenever they touched the ground. He looked almost too intelligent to be a horse, could carry immensely heavy loads and time had no meaning to him, that's how Death was always in time for someone's dying.
He walked through the large doors of his house, past the umbrella stands with his scythe in it and the clock that had no hands and walked to his study where he sat down in his desk, waiting.
He heard the soft clatter of hooves and a distant swearing as three men got of their horses. After a few minutes Death heard the front door open as War, Famine and Pestilence walked in, the other members of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
War entered the study first, his chain mail clinking slightly.
"Sorry we're a bit late old man, the Tsoteans and the Ephebians were having a few quarrels again," War sat down in a big black chair.
"DON'T WORRY, I HAVEN'T BEEN WAITING LONG," Death's voice sounded like two gravestones grating against each other and his voice seemed to enter the head without bothering to go through the ears.
Pestilence, who was weedy, and Famine, who was thin and ragged, came in after War and sat in the two remaining chairs.
"War, how are Terror, Panic and Clancy doing?" Pestilence asked in a thin weedy voice.
"Just fine, but life was so much better in the days where I didn't have children," War answered.
"AH YES, THE GOOD OLD DAYS."
All of them sat in a reverie, thinking about days gone by.
"How about a game of Bridge?" asked Famine in a hollow voice, "You know, that game the little fellow Two-Flower taught us."
"A GOOD IDEA, DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN......."
*No one knows the gender of great A'Tuin, some wizards found out but they fell off the edge of the Disc before they got to tell anyone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That is where I'll stop for now, I know it was short but it was just an introduction sort of thing.