fantasy
Horseman Hunger
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The third horseman of the apocalypse, named Famine. The reaper who collects souls.
Heavy dark clouds were gathering over the head of the riding horseman. A mighty horse, black as the abyss itself, walked slowly through the charred trees, leaving behind a trail of dried earth and withered plants.
The wind fluttered the long black hair of a young man dressed in blood-black armor as he rode out of the forest onto a field. A sown field with lifeless warriors lying on it appeared before his eyes. The horseman Famine pulled on the reins, stopping his mighty black horse.
- “Brother was here recently.” - looking around the battlefield, he said to himself emotionlessly under his breath.
A groan of pain was heard, breaking the silence, Famine turned his head towards the noise and directed his horse there. Riding closer, Famine noticed a young boy lying in agony of pain.
- "He doesn't have long left." - Famine stated and turned his horse and galloped further across the field.
Rider Famine no longer paid attention to what was happening, he had seen all this more than once, now he wanted to catch up with his brother War.
A half-destroyed settlement appeared ahead and Famine slowed down. Driving into the village and looking around with his cold blue eyes, he analyzed what his other brother Chuma had done there. Famine wrinkled his nose from the unpleasant smell that was in the air. Riding further, his gaze caught on a child's toy.
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