- Grand father, tell me a story!

- All right, go and get your storybook

- No, no, not one of those, a real story

- A real story?

- Yes! Tell me about when you were a boy.

- Well, then, I shall have to take you back

with me, a long way in time...



It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's

day, as I walked through the enchanted forest,

I heard the sounds of horses and men at arms.

I felt compelled to walk on and find the place

of these sounds. And when the forest did clear

I was standing on a hill. Before me there was

a great plane, atoned the armies of the world,

standing, waiting. I thought to myself, for

whom or for what are they waiting ?

Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north

There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of

steel. Then from the south came another, bearing

a battle axe. From the east came a third,

holding a spiked club, and finally, from the

west a rider who wielded a great hammer of war.

With them came their soldiers of death, followed

by an army of immortals. They were few in

number, but the look in their eyes told all

who beheld them that they would leave this

day only in victory or death. And there was

a great silence...



My heart began to pound, storm clouds filled

the sky with darkness. Rain came and four

winds blew with such anger that I held fast to

a tree. I watched the four riders raise their

weapons into the air. Without warning, screaming

their war cry they led the attack. Down to the

battle they ride. They met the armies of the

world with a mighty clash! I could feel the

groundshake, the earth drank much blood that day.

Each of the four, was into himself a whirlwind

of doom !!!



When the smoke did clear, many thousands were

dead.