Ten years ago…
A five-year-old little princess was playing with her foal, which her father called Unrideable for her wild and untamable attitude towards everyone except the little girl.
Those two were as thick as thieves as they seemed to only have each other at times. Both lost their mothers and while Horse's father was gone as well, the princess's father was off to battle most of the time to protect what was left of their home. It was a lonely and difficult time for all, but the pair had each other to get through the horror and grim reality of war with monsters that plagued their lands for hundreds of years. It was a time when little joy could be found, and misery was spewing. The cries of war were the lullabies of many children, the future of humanity shielded by layers upon layers of walls.
The princess couldn't help but watch from her heavily refortified glass-tinted balcony and wonder about the world outside.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door.
It was the General, the Great Galdur the Gallant, ruler of humans.
"Hello, little Fawn." He greeted his sweet little girl.
"Daddy!" The girl squealed as the horse neighed and followed her.
The princess twirled around as her laughter rang throughout the room with her father's. He had been apart from his daughter so long from the battle, he needed to see his baby girl again and it was a welcoming sight. It was certainly good for his declining health.
After playing for a bit, and having some dinner, it was time for bedtime and bedtime had the favorite story of the princess and the horse. The horse and princess then curled up into bed as the General brought a book from a time before the war and how it became according to legends.
"I'm surprised that you like this book so much. I thought you would be bored with it by now." General Galdur smiled at his Fawn.
"Never, never! It's my favorite!"
The general chuckled a bit, coughing slightly.
He opened the book and read the tale of the land.
'The Book of Lost Times and the Times of Now'
Long ago, before the clouds of smoke and the fires of war…
The world was green, the air was clean, and peace was known, not dreaming. Where the flowers bloomed, and the sun was seen. It was a magical time when all worlds were connected, all magic was known throughout the realms. It was a labyrinth of beauty where you can go anywhere, where no realm was beyond your reach.
Magic was a wonderful thing, the lifeblood of life itself, for it was the power of the universe and ourselves through its hidden layers of wonder and beauty. Its primary energies came in three basic forms, the Power to Create, the Power to Change, and the Power to Destroy. Neither of these three energies was excellent nor evil but existed in co-harmony, thus many, many marvelous spells came into being.
Magic was a gift to share with all the universe…
…But then there were those who wanted the magic for themselves. Obsessed with the great power they possessed, those who knew naught of the true splendor of what magic was supposed to be… became enslaved by their greed and nothing else.
Thus came the Court of None where the Oppressive Null lurked in his realm of the Blackened Emptiness. His court consisted of the Nowhere King, always searching, never knowing why… the Nowhen Queen, who fears the Ticks of Time… the No-how Bishop, spewing his hatred and jealousy of the realms… the No-what Knight whose blade fell many… the No-why Rook as all feared his massive size… the No-who Pawn, whose heart was as cold as black ice.
Their hatred for the world spewed over and reigned over their terrible destruction overall.
However, there was one thing that stood in their way… Heroes.
Brave and noble heroes who fought back against this evil. Together, they faced the wicked army of realms and challenged the Court of None. Using the Power of the Doors, they transformed into powerful warriors of old and locked the Court of None and the Doors of the Realms away.
Now the world was safe from the crisis but until the armies are vanquished and the Court is truly destroyed, it will never know peace.
But the world hopes one day, the heroes of old will return and save us all…
"Wow… the Heroes of Old…" The Princess marveled at the old pictures painted in the book.
Horse made a sound of amazement as well.
"Maybe one day, they will come back, and our realms can come together again like they did before."
Present Day…
No closer to peace and no sign of the Heroes of Old as the battle and the war raged on.
What was worse, the General's condition grew worse and worse with each passing day, Princess Fawn now preferred her nickname The Rider listened in on how the people would expect her to take over soon if the General… No, no she would not let that happen.
"The only hope for General Galdur is the power of magic." A physician whispered to a guard.
"I heard there is a rumor that near the ravaged town of Oakglenn that there hides beneath the dirt a magical artifact. Knights are already planning on setting out there."
From the mention of the artifact, something in magic in nature… Rider knew her path was clear. She could save her father and maybe her home if she finds it. But she knew her father would never approve of her going on a mission on her own…
But she won't be alone, would she?
At the stables…
Horse and Becky Apples were racing one another in a test of strength and endurance.
The warhorse of the general braying at the younger horse to keep up, in a language of the steed that she was being sloppy. Ever the student, Horse followed her lesson and dashed faster! Becky Apple suddenly stopped while Horse kept going but toppled and skidded when she realized the other horse had stopped.
"Horse!" Her best friend called out, wearing armor instead of a dress.
The animal knew what it meant.
It was time to ride.
Ever the faithful steed, she trotted to Rider as she petted the horse.
"Come on, Horse. Let's go save my dad and our kingdom." Rider declared then hopped on her horse and both ride to their destiny.
