by Rachel Waller
The cold wind howled around him, the snow crunching beneath his feet. He shivered. He missed them all. His mother was killed, his father and half-brother were in a war that made no sense. His step mother was at home, so Roger wasn’t worried about her.
Roger clicked his tongue, his horse immediately obeying him. His horse was a black stallion, and was the fastest in the land. Roger got on to his hose and rode slowly home. He could hear carol singers and church bells in the distance. “It must be Christmas Eve”, Roger thought. He had lost track of time, as he spent most of it riding.
Suddenly, an arrow landed beside him, an then his horse bolted out, far away from the kingdom. Roger knew then he had to find his family.