Six Sentence Sunday

This is my post for Six Sentence Sunday. 

“The beginning of the four horsemen of the apocalypse,” Winter instructed, making her way back to her seat to listen.

“The beginning of the history or the beginning of the current incarnations?”

“The beginning of the horsemen and then the beginning of the current incarnations,” Baby interjected before anyone could protest. “I want to hear the stories.”

Nodding and looking tired, Niakon wandered around the tables and pulled up a chair to sit down. Turning to look at Meredith, she got up without a sound and went to the fireplace to make a fire for them, shoving one of the more comfortable chairs over to Niakon. He took it gratefully. They were going to be there awhile.