MUSE IS THAT YOU??
It was the fleeing flock of robins that was the first sign of trouble in the small village. The second was the distant pounding of hooves, and by the loud rhythmic sound approaching, there was easily more than a hundred horses in the party. The ground was too frozen from the winter freeze for the horses to kick up dust from the road, but the villagers already knew what direction the riders were coming from, there was only one direction they ever came from.














