Everything I knew... Everyone I trusted... The gang that I once called family... Is no more.
Arthur coughed once more and pulled himself up on the rock to brace himself. He turned his head to the beautiful sunrise and knew this would be the last time he'll ever see it. He closed his eyes and let out his last breath...
What the? He took a breath and coughed again. Am I dead?
He staggered to his feet and felt a little weird. He shook his head and put a hand to his chest. The pain was gone! Arthur looked up at a massive meadow before him, the golden sun setting it ablaze. A white horse stood on the hill, and another horse came up next to it.
All it took was one look and Arthur knew who they were. The horses ran down the golden hill as if they had been whistled for and the man held out his hand. The Arabian and the Thoroughbred slowed to a trot and Arthur ran a hand through the horses' white and dark chocolate brown fur.