Hoofbeats shattered the frost-white moonlight.
Thirteen warhorses galloped across the late-autumn wilderness, kicking up a trail of dust on the road to Cybertron.
William Aislan was bent low over his horse's back, feeling none of the chill.
A fire burned in his chest, and his simple tunic whipped loudly in the night wind.
The twelve Knights behind him exchanged glances, but none dared to speak.
They had never seen the King like this.
In the distance, the city of steel had already come into view.
William reined in his horse, slowing down. The white puff of his breath was instantly torn away by the wind.
The main gate at the entrance to Cybertron slowly opened, and several Factory Servants were lining up to guide them.
William swung himself off his horse. His boots hit the metal ground as he and the Knights strode forward to follow.
