[Quiet Man Cometh]

At the child's words a light shimmer, easily missed, flashed over the drawn runes in the sand, but little else happened until the sun started to descend.

As the sun rode the horizon, the small pond was alight with its orange reflection, the waters seeming to burn. As the sun passed the horizon, the reflection did not go with it, but rose until the pond seemed to extend into the distance, looking like a great lake, and flames rose high from its waters.

From out of the burning lake, a dark shape walked onto the shore, all black; iron spikes adoring the shape and glinting in the firelight. The shape, a great black horse, stepped fully onto the shore and the flames died. The spikes disappeared, and the animal turned its head about, as thought looking around for something.