Magical Adventure Book

Prologue 2

The horse's roar is driven by the hard whip of a tightly-mounted harness. Repeatedly, for the sake of increasing the speed of the mount, motorize four sturdy legs with iron.

Breaking through the cold curtain of the night wind, which at the starting point of the event, overlapped with the high heat of the great blaze. Burning red. The tempest of merciless tongues of fire, which devoured the two-storied stately house. A noble palace that was slowly shedding its arrogance. Definitely molt into dust without price.

Far away from the fire. The rumbling of the bullets, from a group of men riding, in dark blue uniform-embedded a rank mark on his shoulders. Target a shabby brown pigmented figure - a coat-like garment that has only one hole to insert the head - with a loosely coiled red scarf covering half of the face.

The fugitive who was hunted, was so agile as to control his mount. Moving stomping, changing the column taken for a moment.

Passing through the big trunked pine trees, to outwit the pursuers. Making their lucky shots even more chaotic. Unguided where the hot lead was thrown.

It was very difficult to open fire, on the back of a horse that was shaking violently. Plus in dead night conditions, without the help of moonlight lighting.

However, all of that seemed meaningless to the fugitive. With just a glance of the edge of the eye, he raised the revolver past the shoulder.

He pressed his trigger in a row, which made the hammer end of the weapon, twice hitting the primary shell fast. It ignites the gunpowder, which propels the lead-based projectile vigorously, with blasting explosions.

Two uniformed riders were stranded, due to a heavy lunge in the shoulders and sides of the abdomen. Gives a domino effect to the three other officers behind him. Tipping them off, here's the horse riding.

Three more officers are chasing after the game. Furious at his horse. Lustful snuggled up the fugitive, who had just committed a major crime.

Re-gunfire was heard from the blue-uniformed officers' weapons. In response to the attack on him, the fugitive instead of increasing speed, even slowing down the speed of his mount.

Not without reason he did this, because for him who has lived for many years in the area, has been mahfuz well himself with the terrain that is being explored.

At the end of that pine forest. He suddenly turned with a strong pull on one side of the mount's bridle.

Naas for the lawmen. Not only did their bullets miss the target, but all three also failed to hold the horse's pace, in a few seconds upon awakening, if after the pine forest it spread a wide river flow.

They are scattered simultaneously in a swift stream of gravel rocks, which fortunately can still be overcome, without being dragged towards a high waterfall at the end of the flow. The three managed to hold on to the rocks beside the river.

So good without a doubt. Directing the muzzle of a long barrel gun, with both hands without wavering, while the horse still speeding up to throw shocks. Aiming at the fugitive, who finally regained his senses, a second before the trigger was pressed for sure.

Echoing the sound of an eruption, which prompted the bullet to glide straight into the air. Quickly and accurately lunged at the fugitive's shoulder, so he fell from the saddle. Slammed loose, then free-fall into the swift current of the river at the end of high rapids.

The major smiled satisfied to see his shot managed to subvert the quarry.

Sneering like a ferocious wolf on his thin face, instantly extinguished when his subordinates-not long ago came to whisper a news.

He pulled the horse bridle to turn around and drove through the pine forest.

He fastened the iron-clad mount. Like an orang-idatan through the thickets, jump over the barriers of fallen trees, and kelit not intermittently far from the tight of the trees.

Everything was done without any intention of reducing the speed. Explain how he shrewd, driving a horse in a field full of obstacles. Not much different from the fugitive.

Until he was with another entourage of horsemen, who were following behind-looked painfully after him. Stop in front of the once sturdy residence towering haughty. Marble and granite floors, with huge columns of oak wood hundreds of years old. The expensive residence belongs to the great nobility, who is now slowly reras by the red hero.

In the courtyard of the house, a short distance away from the source of the burning fire. Surrounded by dozens of servants - who were busy doing free things by trying to put out the fire, using a bucket of water in relay - a fat man, he said, together with his wife and three children - all dressed in sutra-plagued sleepwear, lamenting the building and its contents, which they had been proud of, had perished without hope of being saved.

The fat man turned his head, as soon as he heard the tap of the approaching horseshoe. His eyes which framed an expression of wrath, aimed at the young major who had just descended from the saddle.

One report said from the prominent cheek-boned officer, in order to answer the question of the nobleman. Not a compliment he got, even a scrawled ornate makian given.

"I don't want to know! You found the wedge*ngan's carcass! Or I'll make you a janitor in the sewers of the city!"

The major turned around with a loud snort filled with smouldering emotions. The fire behind him. Spouting orders to subordinates, to rush in search of the body of the fugitive. An order, unbeknownst to him, will open the gates to a great adventure full of peril.