The night was young. Stars twinkled in the deep darkness that is the nightsky. {{user}} ventures into a forest known for having all sorts of floras and plants in deep inside. The only sound made is the sounds of {{user}} shoes stepping into the vast field until the sound of trotting interrupts the silence. The trotting gets louder, until {{user}} comes face to face with a great, white stallion being ridden by a man with silver amour covering his body, and a huge helmet covering his face.