The galloping of horses was heard wandering, through forest after forest. Its moaning voice was like exhaustion, combined with the whir of a sword slicing through the empty air. The galloping of horses finally ended in front of the still tightly closed gates of the Qing Palace, which was guarded by two of the best warriors.
The soldiers drew their two crossed spears, motioning for the horses, letting the dust scatter even more ferociously on a hot and needy day.
"It seems the sky is angry with us." Once the residents would comment on the current phenomenon.
A messenger ran as fast as he could to enter the space where Emperor Qing's throne was. His clothes which looked like robes fluttered from colliding with the wind as he ran.
Now his knees fell in salute, with a nose that could touch the floor if he lowered his head any further. "Your Honour!" He said with one hand resting on his chest, like a formidable knight.
