Writing The dark rider

[Blastmon]

prologue

On a dark night in the kingdom of Esthalin, a hooded figure rode silenty on his black winged horse towards the Tanzanite city.
This night they were celebrating the kings birthday, King Ecrino
was 79 today.
The crowds were Cheering for the king, but suddenly they stopped for the rider in black was moving through the crowds.
Everyone was too petrified to speak.
Whispers started to run threw the crowds.
"He's here,"
"He's returned!"
"He'll get the king this time!"
"Hello sire, why i've remembered its your birthday! ana i got you a gift!" said the black rider. He picked up the kings crown and hit it hard on Ecrino's head.
"Uh!" said the king as he died.
The dark rider held out his hand, and a fireball formed in it.
He threw it at the palace, then another one at other buildings, then one at the crowd.
"AHH!" they all screamed.
When the crowd had gone soldiers ran forward,
"Archers fire!" roared the leader. Arrows flew towards the rider but he dodged them with ease.
The dark rider whistled, and out of the sky came his horse the rider got on and jumped over the men and sped off.
"Follow him!"
The soldiers ran after him until they reached the cliff then the horse jumped and flapped its giant wings to get across.
"Fire yoour arrows before he reaches the other side!" said the leader.
3 arrows fired, two hit the horse and one hit the rider.
"NO!" he roared as he fell into the Giants canyon below.
The dark rider's real name is Esthor, he was the kings advisor but revolted.
As he fell he saw giants underneath him the leader who was named Gherworg opened his mouth and the dark rider fell in.