Return of the Horseman

On the horse they rode with fear at their back. She huddled down behind the rider.

He rode with a sense of urgency.

The horse galloped on through the desolate landscape.

Before them was the mountain that rose out of the hills.

They began to climb one of the hills that lay below the mountain. They rode along a path that twisted and turned among the rocks.

When they were in the heights of the hill, she thought of an angry God stirring through the chill wind of the looming mountain.

They came to a stream that was broken by the rocks, and went down in steadily smaller - almost defeated channels.

The rider pulled up.

They cannot reach us here, he said. You can rest.

She stepped off the horse; the rider remained in the saddle.

She sat down on a rock.

Before she was rested, he began to speak again, as if he had heard the question that was forming in her mind without her phrasing it.

“If they are not of your world, it is true to say they are ever present. They exist in a-causal time. You do not see them but they surround you. - In the words of your mystics as above as below. If they remain hidden, sometimes they may leave signs in your world. Appearing in your skies in their ships. Or flying in humanoid form above your cities. If their purposes remain mysterious to you and your kind, their time is coming again.”