As the caravan lumbered along the dirt road, the suns was beating down on them. Lance looked up at the sky. Not a single cloud was in it.

"It's not good for your eyes to stare at the suns," said Harry

"I know. I wish a cloud would float over here for a bit," said Lance as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, the rest of his clothes already soaked in sweat.

"Yeah, a few clouds would be nice, but their few and far between out here," as he, too, took a longing look into the sky.

Lance looked at the carts ahead as harry, and he walked alongside the caravan. Lance stared wide-eyed at the beasts that were pulling the carriages.

They made Lance feel small in comparison. Just their shoulders were well above Lance's head. Its entire body was covered in a thick short bronze-colored fur. Its head is stat leveled with its shoulders with a long flat two-pronged horn stuck out from the tip of its nose. Past the was a large hump that tempered down to the rear legs, which were as thick if not thicker than a human torso with rhino-like feet attached to them. The horse-like tail swung back and forth to keep the bugs from pestering its rear.

"What are those called," Lanced asked as he gestured towards the beast.

"What the nezow," Harry asked.

"Yeah," said Lance.

"Their one of the mounts that the locals like to use to haul things," Harry said.

"You guys aren't locals," asked Lance.

"No, we've traveled around," said Harry. "We're originally from way down south. Walt and Mia were city kids while I was born and raised in the plains."

"How did you guys meet," asked Lance.

"Well, my clan was hunted when I was just a young calf, and most of us were caught and sold into slavery. When I was around your age, I escaped, and while I was on the run, Walt helped me. Walts's family took me in, and from there, its history. Walt and I have been stuck together ever since."

"Wow, sounds like you owe a lot to Walt than huh," said Lance.

"Yeah, I'm his sworn knight, actually, so it's my duty to protect him," said Harry.

"Sworn knight, so Walts a noble than," Lance asked.

"Well, actually, he's a prince," Harry said, chuckling.

"Oh shit, I've been talking to a future king," Lance said.

"Well, only if his twenty-six older brothers die or decide they don't want to be king," Harry said while looking at the Hills surrounding them.

"Is something wrong," asked Lance as he noticed the change in the expression on Harry's face.

"Something doesn't feel right. Hang back here. I'm going to talk to Walt real quick. I think something is waiting for us up ahead." said Harry with a noticeably different tone

Harry galloped off to the front of the caravan as Lance looked out into the same distance that Harry was staring at. He could almost make out something but couldn't determine what it was.

The next thing he knew, the black dots quickly multiplied. Soon over a dozen prominent figures were making their way down the hills. As they grew closer, so too did the size of them. The figures soon got close enough for Lance to determine what they were.

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Giant grey beasts with a single horn well over a meter in length stuck out from the front of their head. Their head also had a large and thick frill that stuck out at a seventy-degree angle from the back of their head. The body was covered in bone plates and built like an oversized rhino. On top of the animals were people that were blindingly white, with black stripes covering their bodies. They all had long black ponytails that hung well past the waist. Their ears were extraordinarily long and thin; they stuck well over the top of the elongated head.

By now, everyone was yelling to take cover, and so Lance did. He quickly ducked behind one of the carts and looked on as the chargers got closer. The size of the beast and the men on top were genuinely frightening. The beast alone was well over the height of the caravan, and with the pale men on top of them, Lance was sure he was not going to like what was about to happen.

"Lance, quickly hold onto something," shouted Harry as he galloped back towards Lance at full speed.

"what does he mean by hold onto something," thought Lance, but before he could act, it was already too late. The chargers rammed into the caravan. The next thing Lance knew, the cart crashed into him, knocking the wind out of him and flinging him into the air.

As Lance hit the ground and tumbled, he felt like a nezow just ran him over. Before he could even recover from the hit, a rope slid around his foot at tightened around it. Lance jerked behind the chargers at the pale man holding onto the other end of the rope started pulling Lance in.

The ground was soft but still tore at the shirt and Lance's skin as he bounced around on the rough ground.

"Hang on, kid, I'm coming," shouted Harry as he chased after him.

Harry quickly caught up to Lance, but the pale man came prepared. The pale man pulled a large sling from his belt and flipped around. He began to hurl stones back toward Harry faster than any professional athlete could through a ball.

Harry could easily block the rocks flung at him with the side of his ax. "Nice try, you dung eater, but you're gonna have to try better than that," Harry said. Another pale rider took notice of him and took out his sling.

As Harry focused on the rider holding Lance, he couldn't block the expertly flung stone as it caved into the side of his eye socket. Blood and what was left of his eye splatter across the grass as Harry crumpled, maimed, and unconscious.

"Nooo," shouted Lance as he watched his new friend tumble across the grassy field.

The riders quickly left the caravan behind. The rider started to whooper and scream as they pulled in their catches. Over half of the dozen riders had a person on the end of their rope. As Lance's rider pulled him in, he bounced into the ground a little too hard, knocking him right to sleep.