Justice

Justice


He runs fast threw the woods trying to flee the masked man, darker than black his steed carries him. Faster and faster the black stallion carries the masked man, threw the thick bushes and trees keeping him in sight. He falls only to get back up nearly missing the masked mans blade. He continues to run deeper and deeper into the woods, his cries for help are silent. The masked man does not phase he continues his relentless pursue of him. The black stallions nostrils flair as he gains on him his feet sends the sound of triumph threw the nerves of the pursued. As if sent from the beyond the black stallion leaps over him. The chase is over, he backs away in fear as the masked man dismounts his black stead. Closer and closer the masked man comes, he knows it is the end he can feel it. The masked man draws his blade the sound of the blade sends a chill into the air. His stead stomps his mighty hoof, and flairs his nostrils. The masked man looks at him threw the mask with cold blue eyes. The masked man utters only one word "Justice", he screams the blade is raised above the masked mans head. Crows cry in the distance, it is over his blood flows into the ground slurped up into the forests roots. The masked man stands placing the bloody blade back into its sheath. He stands over him pleased with the outcome. He mounts his stead turns and runs back into the woods. The wind howls, whispering his name into the tree branches, "I am Justice", He vanishes. The woods grow calm yet again.