The steed stood alone in the darkness. Glimmering white in the moonlight, he could be seen by a lone pair of pale green eyes. Unseen hands led the stallion along the dark valley to the castle gate.
Now fed and watered, the magnificent stallion was housed for the night in the master's stables. He had been brought here from afar in secret, to play his part in the games.
He was meant for one rider, the Challenger.
Alone in his room, one man waited, knowing his was a key role in tonight's activities.
He was calm.
At the appointed hour, he strode to the door as the clock struck midnight.
First there would be a feast. Many had gathered at the table, and his wife was already there. He would not join her.
As the Challenger, he would join the host. Only one would survive the night.
The dark magic in the air had been palpable. Wicked storms brewed and cursed the island.
In the midst of the onslaught a ship arrived at port, and the precious mount was brought to shore.
He would fulfill the prophecy tonight.
The King and the Master arrived at precisely the same moment. Dread filled the room.
A trumpet sounded. It was the first horn.
In his stable, the white stallion stamped his hooves and waited. The steed snorted and his steamy breath caught the air. He would not rest tonight. He was born for this purpose and he knew it.
The King locked his eyes upon the Magician.
With a flourish of his cape, green smoke filled the air and yellow light burst forth from the hands of the Magic Man.
The commoners shrieked!
Pleased with his entrance, the Master took his seat at the throne, a devilish smile upon his lips.
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