"I don't really think that you would hear of it in these woods," Tad remarked.
"I have many friends in which you know not of," the black stallion replied. "And many of which you see everyday."
"Well I still don't believe you," the rider said.
The horse kept quiet in which Tad was grateful for. He wanted to think. The young sixteen year old magician remembered when the war first began...
He was at the age of five when the Dark stole the Queen. He remembered the turmoil the kingdom was in. The King had his knights searching day and night for his beloved Queen.
The royal knights had stormed his village, raided every house. They brought along with them, disaster. The village was turned upside down, nearly everything destroyed in search for the Queen.
Tad remembered that the knights brought with them, mages. He remembered one in particular. He wasn't old like the others, but young and vital. The mage befriend the young Tader during his stay. The mage called himself Warhawk. Warhawk taught the young boy to do simple tricks with the hand, but as their friendship grew, so did their lessons. The mage taught the boy illusions, then transformation spells. As the boy learned more, the stronger he grew. It was six months after the knights and mages came when the Dark made its first attack.
The Dark burned the village. The fire was intense, he remembered. All the mages tried to stop it, but their efforts had failed.
