Post by guest on Jan 31, 2009 18:13:12 GMT -5
All that I've missed I see in the reflection,
Pass me while I wasn't paying attention,
Tired of rushing, racing and running,
I'm getting nowhere.
xx. Once, a long, long, long time ago dark skinned humans and equines resided here. The humans took care of the equines when they were sick and in return, their foals were given to the humans as a gift. The land was healthy and seemed so alive, the ecosystem was fine, nothing was dying and everything died naturally. Most of the time at least. The land had not been touched by outsiders, not yet. They lived in peace and harmony and got along quite well.
xx. The outsiders came, came and took, killed many of the Native Humans. The land started turning corrupt, the people, corrupt. It was as if it was no longer the world they had always known. Time was changing, passing by with no hesitation. Equines were taken and caught captive, never able to get out and treated horribly. The equines in the wild lived in fear, not wanting their herd member taken or killed.
xx. Four brave equines came up with a plan. It wasn't like they were brilliant, they had just told the herds of the land that they needed to move to a new spot. Find a new home away from the vial disgusting humans that took and killed their kind. In a few weeks, it had been decided. They would try and find a new land, if one wanted to stay in their home. They were allowed too. Word of the escape plan reached to the tamed horses held captive by the humans. Somehow, some of the tame, of many different breeds, escaped and mixed and mingled with the one huge herd that was going to move towards the new land. Wherever that was.
xx. Their journey had not been easy, many of the older equines had died on their way. Predators of the equines, killed some of the slower one's, such as mares and their foals. The seasons also effected them as they trekked through the unknown. Through their battle, they had finally found a home and split up. Four main groups named after the four who had come up with the idea. The story was passed down through the generations, the story getting mixed and modified each time it got passed down.
xx. It is now. Equines are fighting over land, they want more. They do not get along. The four main groups hate dislike each other, they want nothing to do with the other. The story of the wise, the four horses that started their herds are told to the young. To try and get the fighting to stop, it does not always happen that way. Separated they are. What will you do?
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