Tonight was Pegasus Day. The Duke of Thragon had planned to ride his Pegasus out into the street for such a special occasion. Many people had only seen pictures of Pegasi in the temples before, never in real life, due to the price of a Pegasus rising massively a few decades back. They were rather surprised to see how much the real Pegasus differed from the pictures. The temple showed it to be majestic, pretty, elegant and more. The Duke’s, on the other hand, was fat, spoilt, looked like it couldn’t even walk properly, let alone fly.

Truth was, the Duke had never rode the Pegasus before a few weeks ago. He didn’t use it like a horse. He spoilt it. He let it sleep in his bed, until it broke his bed. He was allowed to eat whatever he wanted, and could do whatever he wanted. It had hardly ever left Thragon Manor (the Duke’s home), or even gone outside.

The Duke was very proud he had managed to ride it down the street in a roughly straight line. But that soon ended. The Pegasus smelt the food on the side of the streets. The Duke tried to strain it back towards the centre of the street. The Pegasus rocked him off and he fell straight onto the brick floor. The Pegasus slowly wobbled towards the food stalls and started to eat all the food. One of the stall owners tried to push it away. The Pegasus bit his hand. The Pegasus had also been knocking people over whenever it moved. This had been the last straw for the Thragonic people. The Duke’s mistreatment, and ignorance of the people of Thragon was already well known, and the fact he couldn’t even control his Pegasus for Pegasus Day.

The people started to beat up the Duke, and others headed to Thragon Manor. The guards weren’t any better than the Duke. They had gotten drunk, and had fallen unconscious. The people easily broke in. They broke all the Duke’s belongings and barricaded all entrances.