The riders

Prologue

It was dark. Very dark. So dark I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. But I knew where I was, and I knew what was happening. I could hear a *drip*drip*drip* sound from something I was holding in my hand with a tight grasp. There were also heavy foot steps from behind me, landing with a noise so strong it shook the place I was in. But I kept on walking. Walking until I saw a bright spec of light, and a shot of relief went through me. I was walking closer and closer to the spec, and when I walked out I was blinded by a flash of red, and I was thrown to the ground. I hoped back up on to my feet, and shook of the pain, and when I opened my eyes I was staring face to face with a scaly creature that was breathing heavily, and did not look friendly at all.