An unlikely group descends on a unlucky mare's home, fleeing dangers of their family ties. By the only way of chance of their meet, they don her the responsibility of keeping safe the only thing that stands between them and their pursuers gaining an unearned seat on a throne left unfilled for decades. She must leave her home and travel the countryside, making an unusual friend along the way, to Vanhoover where a city as old as the land lies in the hills.

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Be forewarned that this, is indeed my second fiction that I have dared to make. Do not expect glorious words that are formed out of the pure nectar that falls from the gods, It's short-ish. I don't even expect you to like it. Just read it. That's the only reason I made the flippin' thing! Also if you have any problems and are not prone to ranting please let me know of them at my email (endgamethethird@gmail.com) or if you have some useful notes, factorials and info. Thank you for taking the time to read this, along with the story. Hopefully... (now cancelled, MSG me if you want to see it continued or just want to work some of the aforementioned ranting out of your system)