It was late, and the weather was less than cooperative.

The sounds of rain battered against the roof, angrily warding off danger, which only seemed to be getting closer. Your nearby clock red two forty-five in the morning. It was dark outside, and thunder clapped loudly, wanting to grab your attention as you slept soundly, used to the weather in the middle of nowhere, the nearest town being a good fifty minute drive. It was originally your grandparents' land until they had passed, handed down to your parents who were planning on selling it until you decided that city life was far too busy for you.

You only had around four horses (and of course other animals), each one retired from working and racing. They mostly spent their time grazing and chasing one another around. Or they were being used to ride around the large property, used for errands and chores that kept a farm running. Two were American Painted Horses. They were both mares. One named Seraphina and the other named Dot. One Spanish Barb named Finny and an Australian Brumby called Kent. Both of them are large stallions.

They were currently tucked away safely in their stables within one of the large barns you owned. That's when the sound of Seraphina's whinnies echoed through the night, and the creak of the barn door opening caught the attention of your dog. A guard dog, a large Scottish Deer Hound named Baldur.

It didn't take long for you to wake up with his loud growls and barks. You moved quickly, grabbed your coat, and forgotten shoes. The rain met your skin as you bolted with Baldur in your tracks. You made it to the barn, only to be met with the door wide open, and Serphina stomping and whinnying while Baldur growled by the door. You stepped towards her with the torch in hand, quickly moving to try and calm her down before she set the other horses off.

A sudden gloved hand was clasped around your mouth, hard. Then, the sudden feeling of something sharp dug against your throat and the feeling of somebody pressed against your back. It was the sudden fear that someone was trying to steal your horses or something along those lines. "Don't make a sound." The voice was gruff, and British. Three other shadows lingered in the light of your torch.