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Post by x Freedom x on Mar 3, 2009 19:54:19 GMT -5
There once was a land, so beautiful, so lush. Green plants and grasses grew like a wildfire spread. It was all so beautiful...
Yes, it was once true. Meadows lived everywhere. There were horses of all colors and kinds together. Yet it did not last.
It all started with two young stallions, Blind and Storm.
Blind was a white stallion, largely built with lots of elegance. He took pride in himself. Storm was jet black, long legged and gangly, with a western slang to him. They lived in peace for a while before the fight started.
Blind and Storm were talking and got into an argument about which was more powerful... fire or ice. Soon, they fought about even more disagreements like Blind's white coat and Storm's black. It was apparently to the death yet neither were killed, as they had equal skill. And then the sides were taken. Those who rejected Storm and chose to follow Blind called themselves the Ice horses. Those who believed that Storm was more superior and were more like him followed the black stallion. And now, it is crumbling...
A band of horses that did not choose sides called the Neutrals hid for years, before they were discovered. When the others found them and forced them to choose sides, they demanded freedom.
And now, the Fire, Ice, and Neutrals are all there....
Who's side are you on?
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