The day passes with the speed of a stallion, as the hours move with the tortose stride. As sun crosses the sky behind Apollo's horses, the current flows through the trees with the grace of a swan. The wind caresses the leaves with a gentle breeze.
In the middle of this clearing, next to a stream, lays a boy. He watches the clouds as they slowly float through the air. This was his sanctuary. While others find safty in a fortrise, wisdom in books, and trust in God. He finds safty in the trees, wisdom in the land and trust in nature. How could he ever leave this place that taught him so much. Yet in a few days time he had to. He knew things were changing, but would they ever be the same?
Alexander awoke to the sound of screaming, it was still dark outside but he could see light on the horizen. As he ripped open the front of his tent he saw the flames.
He rushed to grab his sword, but he didn't even bother to put on his mail or armor, it was to late. He ran at a full sprint to the stable and threw open the doors. He mounted his horse, there wasn't time for a saddle. As he rode towards the blood red horizen he could only hope he got there in time.
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