--Silvery Cry Town.--
It was in the early hours of the morning.
The morning dew was like fine silky spider webs, hanging on the many stalks, flowers, and greenery.
The morning was indeed glorious, with many already on the streets as early as 5 A.M.
And by 6, the town gates opened, allowing some to head or into the nearby territories.
In no time, the streets were busy and buzzing as they usually did.
Gallop! Gallop! Gallop!
Several known carriages rushed past the Town's gates, heading straight for the largest and most luxurious palace in the town.
The stallions had green eyes, with green and black manes dancing in the wind wildly.
Anyone who saw these particular carriages would drop to the ground and kowtow, not daring to look up.
And escorting these carriages were 100 men and women on horseback.
They too wore attires having similar crests to those of the carriages.
