Prompt: Use four of the six random words in your fic: Twelve, red, sand, ruin, volunteer, protect.
The wind blew as the children rode,
Urging them on to a safe abode.
The red sun shone bright over the sand
As nearer came the members of Rabadash's band.
They were riding hard with all their might
So as to possess Archenland by night.
They planned to conquer and ruin the place
And so they're engaged in a desperate race
With a slave boy and princess who were trying to protect
The North, they were the only alert left.
The horses' hooves pounded; the humans' hearts beat
As both sides endeavored to complete their feat.
At last the children saw the Hermit's small home
But the horses were lagging with no speed to go
So a lion burst forth to give them new speed
Because of fear they finished their deed,
Except for poor Shasta who had to go on
To warn King Lune before Anvard was done.
But he got there in time and Anvard was kept
Rabadash was punished and for his pride wept.
Shasta - Prince Cor - was celebrated that day
As someone who kept Anvard's fall away
Songs are sung of how he saved his land
And the whole country's proud, but none more than his dad.