Taken from Chapter One - The War The English countryside is a far-stretching region full of verdure and green plants. It expands across plains and valleys. Its cool breeze tenderly shakes buds and twigs of forest trees, which are scattered here and there. Swift blue rivers separate these trees from one another. The rivers, which met at one point forming lakes and pools, reflects the white sunlight which twinkles like diamond pieces. The rivers have separated from one another forming rivulets around which different animals of the small forest live.
These rivers continue to flow, sometime violently, destroying rocks. At other times, they flow slowly, watering green forests expanding on both banks. The water flows until it reaches villages and towns along it, irrigating them and resulting in all kinds of fruit and crops and farmlands. The flow continues towards the deep water of the ocean.
In the northern part of England, in a small village located beside one of the dark forests, the inhabitants were working very hard in their fields. They were in a constant competition with winter, which began to throw its white snow over the tops of the mountains surrounding their village. Day after day, snow began to cover these mountains, going down valleys and across plains. They were working without showing any tiredness or boredom to precede that frostbite which was slowing the movement of the river’ flow. They wholly depended on the river water in irrigating their crops and quenching the thirst of their cattle. This frostbite would turn the river into an extensive area of blue ice.
Farmers were in their final stage of harvest. They were collecting crops to transfer and stores so they could take them to the marketplace in the city to sell before the severe winter came. During that time, farmers noticed a shadow coming from among the fields of golden wheat. It was a white horse with dark grey spots on its body, quickly running. The hoofs of that horse were racing with tumultuous river waves, along which the horse was passing. The horse was trying to catch up with the speed of the river waves in order to reach its destination as soon as possible. It was running at an extraordinary speed, letting out its warm breath which changed into dew drops in the cold weather.
Suddenly, the horse changed its destination. It began to avert away from the river, getting into the forest. After a long period of running, the rider of the horse felt the great distance of the road, which separated him from his destination was getting farther and farther. He began to heap whips upon the horse, which forced the horse to run more quickly until the rider stopped his whipping.
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