One has only heard rumors of the greatness of one such as he. The man clad in ocean blue riding upon his majestic steed. I was on my merry way one summer's eve searching for the smelting rock and a lame hen, when I by chance caught glimpse of one who hath only been known through the stories and rumors of thine youth. "THE HORSE KING!" thine own mind rejoiced. Overwhelmed with joy, fear, and shameful thoughts; I beckoned the villagers, the countrymen, the kings of our land, the wenches, and the bandsmen to come and worship his holy presence. The Horse King has returned! The Great and Angelic PLOLMAFU, whom's voice could melt any young lass' heart to soft butter, lead the country folk in an Anglican Chant and all gave due praise To the king of all majestic beings. But the Horse King was displeased and summoned the wrath of the terrifying Horebat! The Half bat, half horse monstrosity born in the deepest pit of Horse Hell. "BEGONE PEASANTS!," the Horse King roared! "All I CAME FOR IS A GOLDEN CARROT AND A SPOTTED STEED!" Paralyzed with fear I watched helpless as one by one, my friends and family were devoured by the great jaws of the terrifying Horebat. Until whence the ground gave way and plummeted me to what may now be thine final resting place. I heed these words on this small parcel so that all may know to carry a golden carrot with them wherever they go lest they anger the Great and Mighty.. King of the Horses..
