Post by Echo on Jun 13, 2009 8:24:08 GMT -6
Long ago, the horses of the land lived peacefully together, in one great herd. But when the lead stallion died, three horses tried to claim his spot: Harbin, the Brave, Murrow, the Wise, and Andor, the Cruel. While Murrow refused to fight as fiercely as his competitors, a great rivalry began to grow between Harbin and Andor. Each of the horses took sides, or stayed out of the rivalry as Murrow had. Eventually, the herd was divided into three factions, which later split into four distinct herds each. On the day the great herd was divided, an old mare fell into a trance and cried out:
When twelve come together, one of each herd
A wondrous thing shall have occurred
Under the Moonlight, the young shall meet
With hushed voices and quiet hoofbeats
And when the time is right they shall abate
The old one's feelings of war and hate.
It has been many hundreds of seasons since those words were uttered, and they are all but forgotten. The twelve herds of the land still remain divided: four follow Harbin, now known as the Lights; four follow Murrow, known as the Neutrals, and four follow Andor, known as the darks. Will the prophecy come true? Or will the land forever remain divided?
Under The Moonlight
When twelve come together, one of each herd
A wondrous thing shall have occurred
Under the Moonlight, the young shall meet
With hushed voices and quiet hoofbeats
And when the time is right they shall abate
The old one's feelings of war and hate.
It has been many hundreds of seasons since those words were uttered, and they are all but forgotten. The twelve herds of the land still remain divided: four follow Harbin, now known as the Lights; four follow Murrow, known as the Neutrals, and four follow Andor, known as the darks. Will the prophecy come true? Or will the land forever remain divided?
Under The Moonlight