The Three Horsemen

Once was told a tale of three horses.

One was a fiery orange horse with a flaming mane.

One was a magenta horse with a mane made of magic.

And the last was a blue horse with a mane made of shadows.

They're names were Magma, Mystic, and Midnight.

They were dubbed "the Three Horsemen."

And they were creatures of DARKNESS.

But that was all a mere legend...

Until NOW.

''This... is the true story......''

OF THE THREE HORSEMEN.

Beware...

Jammers have died by just reading this story.

''The story.. of the THREE HORSEMEN.''

Do you dare read this tale, young reader?

''The tale.. of the THREE HORSEMEN?''

THEY'RE WAITING FOR YOU......

Prologue - Racing Heart
Monday, January 1st, 2018

Dear diary....

I've been here for a couple months. Locked up in this stupid cell. Tight chains are wrapped around my body. A metal collar squeezes my neck. I can see crusty, old blood stains on both. Deep crimson splatters are all over the cushion I sleep on.

I can smell something somewhere. I pray for life.

--Nightlight

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2018

Dear diary......

I found what I had been smelling. It's an old, rotten corpse. It was hidden under the dusty, wooden table within my cell. It seemed to have been rotting for weeks, months.. maybe YEARS under there. I couldn't even tell what it was. I feel worried.

I feel I might be next.

--Nightlight

*Blood is splattered over the date, making it unreadable*

HELP. BLOOD. WOUNDS. MAGIC. HORSES. DIARY, TELL MOONDUST I- *the rest of the page is splattered in so much blood it's unreadable*

Researcher Crisp shut the dusty but stained red diary and put it in his brown purse. He had found the diary within the hands of a rotting, old corpse; one that had been heavily damaged, too. In fact, most of what remained of the corpse was a bloody pulp made of bone, organs, and raw muscle, the organs and muscle rotting from age, strapped to an old, wooden chair. Attached to the bloody animal remains was one of it's skeleton legs, with pieces of flesh hanging off it and muscle being still attached to some bone. Grasped in the leg's paw, was the diary. On the floor, a bloody skeleton paw was found, clenching a pen. He found the dead body and diary inside an old ruin, thought to be abandoned. This case was gonna need some studying.

A LOT of studying.

(W.I.P.)