- Paraguay, South America
The day was like any other.
An hour before sundown, the streets of Bella Vista were bustling with people.
Laughter and frivolity could be heard from every man, woman, and child.
The air was crisp and relaxing. It was the kind of weather one could spend all night in without experiencing discomfort.
The people were unusually happy. Their world seemed so at peace.
And then they heard it.
Everyone on the street was privy to the sound of galloping hooves beating against concrete.
When they turned to find the source, the gallop slowed to a leisurely trot.
Everyone could see a pure white horse walking between cars.
The rider wore a sheet of white fabric that seemed deceptively noble.
A sheath of arrows sat upon his back, and a glorious black bow was held in his right hand.
The man's face was nigh unrecognizable.
As soon as the humans let him out of their sight, they forgot the color of his hair, as well as the features of his face…
