Fifteen-year-old Peregrine Alexander turned his horse onto the trail leading up to Ignis' cabin. His horse, Vollo, was a half Friesian half thoroughbred, making him both powerful and speedy. He was a beautiful horse, all black without a speck of white on him, standing about 17 hands. Vollo's hooves made a thumping sound against the moist earth as they rode upwards.

Peregrine was rather short for his age, five foot-three inches, slightly built, but strong and well muscled for his age. He had shoulder-length dark brown hair which he kept in a loose ponytail, letting his bangs flop into his eyes, which were an emerald green, and a suntanned face and skin.

Following Peregrine were two people also on horseback. His best friend, Diamond and his squire, or apprentice William. Diamond was a year younger than Peregrine, and about the same height. She was slender and rode a dark Palomino horse. She had light hair and hazel eyes that were often narrowed in suspicion.

Riding behind her, on a liver chestnut with a flaxen mane and tail, was William, Peregrine's squire. He was a year and six months younger than Peregrine, and was just approaching his fourteenth birthday, however Peregrine often stated he was approaching his seventh birthday. He had brown hair cropped at his shoulders with brown eyes and a long, lanky frame, reaching a grand total of 5"11 ¾ feet. This greatly ticked Peregrine off, especially when people addressed William like he was the eldest. Sometimes thinking that Peregrine was the squire, although William thought this dreadfully funny, Peregrine was never amused.

They were an unlikely trio, but they worked well together. Diamond was the brain of the group, the cleverest and smartest. Peregrine was the quick-thinking, slightly cocky leader. And William was the young, sometimes very unhelpful and lazy sidekick.

As the trio proceeded up the path, Peregrine began to think about why they were there. The trio hoped to one day become members of a very high society called the Simaril knights. In order to become a knight you must first become a Page, then a Squire, and finally you could be considered to be a knight. Peregrine had gotten away with having to be a page, but he was still technically a Squire, so was Diamond.

Two years ago, Peregrine's master, Eleanor said that she could no longer teach him. Finding no other knight who would take him on, Peregrine was forced to take the only other opinion available to Simarils—to be transported to other places and help people out of situations.

Diamond was in the same boat, except her master had died before her training could be completed. She had already tried this course of action, but hadn't really made a great job out of it, well; actually she kind of train-wrecked the story she was sent into.

"Ignis?" Peregrine called, poking his head inside of the door.

"Come in." Came an answer. They did as it bade.

Inside sat Ignis. Ignis was an older man, with long white hair and beard that had changed from fiery red to silver a long time ago, but he still as sharp as ever. He was the city's chronicler, he wrote down everything down, but he especially enjoyed Peregrine's stories because they were always interesting.

"Ah Peregrine Alexander, Diamond Randal, and young William too." Ignis said, shaking all of their hands in turn. "What might you be wanting today?"

"We would like another story." Diamond said.

"Oh well, hold on a minute." Ignis turned and started rummaging through his things until he found an old-looking leather bag. Then he carefully poured the contents out on the table.

"Each of these objects represents something in the story which you shall go. Remember, once you enter a story, it will become real. Choose wisely."

"I like that one." William announced, gesturing at a pointed hat.

"I suggest we go there." Diamond said, pointing at a small decorative canoe-like boat.

"Fine then." William said, "Ignore Will's ideas as usual, they're no good anyway."

"Shut up." Pippin said, "And stop trying to make us feel sorry for you, it doesn't work."

Will flashed Diamond a mischievous grin.

"On three, then." She said, ignoring Will, "One, two, three."

The three humans and three horses took off in a blast of light.

Author's note: In Latin, "Vollo" means "speed", and I liked the way it sounded more than how "thunder" did in Latin. Peregrine Alexander is my pen name; the author is not actually in this story. What did you think? Please, PLEASE review! "Liver Chestnut" describes a color of horse: dark brown body with cream mane and tail.

P.S. Peregrine is based off me.

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