A/N hi im just going to jump into it so let's go.
3rd P.O.V
The night was there a full moon brightly shining, clouds going by.
It's said that the West was built on Legends. Tall Tales that helped us make sense of things to Great... or too terrifying to believe. A man on a horse back in the cowboy days or just possibly in Texas or a dry area. This Is The Legend of the Ghost Rider. Lightning flashes across the sky brightening. The man rides away and appears in swamp water filled with fog and little land. Story goes that every generation has one. The man goes through a gate and enters a little town. Some damned soul, cursed to ride the Earth... collecting on the devil's deals. As the man rides thru the town he goes by graves and empty homes, then a memory of making a deal with the devil. Many years ago, a Ghost Rider was sent to the Village of San Venganza... to fetch a contract worth 1000 evil souls. The man grabbed the contract he turns his horse around and the horse then buckles up then leaves the abandoned town. But that contract so powerful...he knew could never let the devil get his hands on it. Referring to himself, the man was six feet from the devil himself he holds his hand out to be given the contract. The rider (the man) looked up with a determined look and the devil immediately looked upset and impatient. So he did what no Rider has ever done before: the Rider turned into his skeleton form of fire with the horse turning as well blinding the devil, while the devil is distracted the Rider turns and runs away with the contract. He outrank the devil himself. The thing about legends is... sometimes they're true.
A/N I know it's short but it's just what im doing because of the movie so the next chapter will be long and will have the reader in it.
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Fantasy(Y/N) Blaze is Johnnys younger sister (Y/N)=Your name (F/C)=Favorite Color (M/N)=Middle name (H/L)=Hair Length (H/C)=hair Color (E/C)=EyeColor Based on the movie ⚠WARNINGS⚠ Swearing ⚠end WARNING⚠ Sorry the description sucks.
