The villagers of Horse Running Village heard the sound of many hoof beats. One girl, barely the age of nine looked down a forested trail that the noise was coming from. She was beside a young sturdy filly. Both the girl and the filly had blue roam color hair/fur, the filly had a black mane and tail. The filly seemed to be trying to get away from the girl snapping up her head pulling on the rough rope lead attached to her soft cotton halter. The little girl had bright blue eyes. She was rather small for her age but strong for it to. She wore a threadbare old brown cotton dress with newer pair of tan breeches. She had no shoes at all so her feet where covered in bruises, scars, scabs, and dirt from being outside.

Down the trail came a large group of tired and hungry men. Among them the them, to the villagers' surprise was the King. Many women rushed to greet them, while little stable boys covered in dirt and hay toke the horses to be taken cared of. The King's Own along with some knights and the King went to the one large Inn for rest and food.

"Well that was strange won't it Devvy?" The girl said to the horse. The horse, Devvy, simply nodded her head then started to graze.

"Cece put up that headstrung monster you call a filly and help us with the horses." Gaywn, a fourteen year old stable hand shouted.