Tyr began to get bored sitting in the library alone. After while, he got back up and tried to find a book that he could understand. He found one called "An In-Depth Look at Mollusks and Their Potential Uses."<br/><br/>He sat down to read it, but only got as far as the first page before the book put him to sleep.<br/><br/>In his dream, he dreamt of a time long ago. The middle ages to be precise. He was on horse back and fully human. Behind him, a group of elite knights known as the "King's Riders."<br/><br/>They rode silently into a small town empty besides a few peasants wandering around, fearfully muttering to themselves. Tyr rode up to one.<br/><br/>"What has happened here?" He demanded of the confused and meandering peasant.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" the peasant spat. "All 'igh and mighty up the'e on top of yer ho'se."<br/><br/>"I am Sir Martlin of the King's Riders," Tyr said.<br/><br/>"I don't care if yer the king hisself!" yelled the peasant.<br/><br/>The peasant then proceeded to leave. Tyr motioned to one of his lieutenants.<br/><br/>"Take ten men and search the northern half of the village."<br/><br/>"Search for what, sir?" the lieutenant asked.<br/><br/>"Find survivors and see if they know what happened."<br/><br/>"Yes sir, it will be done."<br/><br/>The lieutenant selected ten riders and rode off into the distance. Tyr scanned what little he could see of the village. There was debris from houses lying in ruin scattered about the streets, but no bodies. As he picked up to continue on, Tyr thought he could feel an icy cold shiver descend his spine.