FALLING REIGN: RIDERS OF THE STORM BOOK THREE

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Summary

Charon The Boatman, has joined The Riders in their fate... For the people of Eerie, the riders may be too late... Plague and blight weather the strong making them mortally weak... A new rider must awake, for the storm to end its meet...

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
5
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Prologue: Test of Reign

The Dark Walker of The plains, and his walkers ten-fold, they share not but vengeance and pain... Soon there will be a new rider, for the storm it will never cease, and victory will fall like reign...

Concealed in Lightning's shadow, the boatman now does ride... Hell's chains following there path from just beneath their sodden track...

Evil now pursues them in the form of a carnivorous pack...

Thunder rides hard to the aid of Lightning, the rider fears he may be too late...

The moon wanes in blood, this a sign of a rider's fate...


Reign looked on the outlaws, her eyes belying the disgust their presence now wakes...

"Black Bart... Face your charges in battle against the felled in the walker's wake..."

Bart was silent as his gang spoke for him, except the youngest of the four...

Caldwell Jones lie sleeping, and unappreciated by the other three, the kid did snore...

"That is suicide... How can we stand against an army of the dead?" Bridget Black questioned, her eyes seeing Red.

The sheriff leaned against the wall of his jail, his hat lowered over his eyes upon his aging head.

Mason Percival Strong entered fast before another could speak... The blacksmith now wearing a badge that glinted in the lamp light, bringing Dueling Jack to anger's peak...

Bart now raised his own hat, his eyes now rested with his mind... The sheriff did so too raise his own... The mortal enemies two of a kind...

"What do you say Bart?" The sheriff, he now did speak... Black Bart now smiled slyly, for Old Red, his voice was no longer meek...

"Wake up the kid... We will be deputized, and send these devils back to inferno's blight... The walker will pay for the death of our left hand man... I do believe I have seen the light..."

"Your timing is uncanny..." Rang out the voice of Abbot Richard Strong, "My son and I will ride with you and Reign... With us united, nothing can go wrong..."

The Walkers, they slowly arrived before the sealed town gates... Plague and blight moving with them, Elemental barriers now falter and wane...

Ride on Riders of The Storm... I fear they may be too late...