Prologue.

This is the prologue of my third story! It's basically Balto, but as a German soldier in World War One. I'm English, but the idea stuck to my mind. I hope you enjoy it.

The year 1995, Luneburg, Germany.…

Luneburg. A small town in the north of a now united Germany, which had seen east and west reunited 4 years before. In WW2, the town had been left untouched by the thousands of allied bombers who had reduced Germanys cities to rubble. Interestingly, it is also very close to the location where Germany unconditionally surrendered to the allies. And now it's a tourist attraction.

An old woman named Rose, wearing a grey overcoat and black hat, walled with her young granddaughter, who was wearing a light blue jacket and blue jeans, and her German Shepard dog Blaze. "Well, it was here… someplace." Rose said as they walked to a small green park. "But we've been past this road already." The granddaughter said, as they walked around that part of the park once already, looking for something. "The trees have grown a lot. Its been a long time since I've last been here." Rose said, as she led them back further into the park. "Come on, Blaze. Grandma, when was the last time you were here?" The granddaughter asked, looking up at her, after looking at Blaze. Hearing this made Rose chuckle. "Years and years ago. Way before you were born, sweetheart." Rose answered. They kept walking along as they came up to a park bench. Sit down. You'll tire yourself out doing so much walking." The granddaughter said, sounding concerned, as she sat down onto the bench, Blaze in front of her. "Nonsense. Its only been a quarter of an hour. Not much further." Rose said as she came up to the bench. "But Blaze is getting tired." The granddaughter said, who pointed her right hand at Blaze, who did not look tired at all. "Oh, I see." Rose said sarcastically. The granddaughter then looked up at Rose. "Grandma, what are we looking for, anyway?" She asked, actually sounding interested. "A memorial." Rose answered as she sat down on the bench besides her. "A Mem-what?" The granddaughter asked, making Rose chuckle. "A reminder of an amazing story, and a place very far from here." Rose answered. "What place is hat Grandma?" The Granddaughter asked, getting more and more intrigued. "Nome, France. A small town in the French countryside. Now a long time ago that was a warzone. In the cold winter of 1917, it was snowing hard. Back then, the fastest and most reliable way of getting around was with teams of horses pulling along wagons. And for some, the title of best team was fiercely fought for." Rose started to explain. And that when and where our story begins.

And that's the prologue. I hope you liked it. And I hope you enjoy this story. I don't think wagon crews fought each other, but I just wrote it to help with the story. And I'm just using Nome in this story as a small fictional French town occupied by the Germans. Nonetheless, I hope this makes the story okay. The first chapter will be out soon.