The History

[Red of the Wolf]

"The foot steps of our past are always before us."

    Long before the herds of elements formed, the Island was devoid of all equines. Nothing but the dark creatures native to the strange terrains called the Island home. So long ago was their coming that many have even forgotten that they were not born of the alien world. But perhaps a small few wish to know what happened those long forgotten years of their past.


    A small fleet sauntered into a large cove, the three or so ships were so waterlogged from the hellish storm that many thought they were to never see land before joining their comrades at the sea floor. This was not the first group of ships to make land at the strange island for many more vessels dotted the shore line. Some seemed so old that they were not but mere bones bleached white by the ever present sun.
    The deck hands, once grinding to a halt on the white-sand beach, set about unloading the ships' cargo; a multitude of livestock and farming supplies ranging from rakes to seeds. Most of the animals seemed fine after their stress filled voyage while others were near mad and busied themselves with causing much unneeded chaos.
    After everything was in order, the animals and supplies where brought to the small village that was building itself further into the cove. Among the many beasts of burden, was a great variety of equines. Some of the horses were of light build and sure-footed, others more regal and finer bred. While most were of simple blood having come from farms or mines.
    For a time, this was the way of things. Ships would dock at the cove, unload their cargo of man, beast and tool, then they would either leave the white sand to never be seen again or stay, having their hauls stripped for use of building materials. Life seemed to be a slow moving paradise until the Island turned. Something cloaked in death moved among the men and animals, leaving only a few of the beasts to wonder the Island's face.
    Years passed, the Island calmed, and began to change those it had sparred. The members of the equine species were blessed the most, as their offspring began to show signs of elemental powers. And some were given the ability to heal any wound or illness. It was from there that these few horses became the herds of today, blessed in their strengths of the elements.


    Now the horses who roam the Island wield with pride their gifts, though they have forgotten the purpose for it. Why had the Island chosen to spare them when others withered without a chance? Why had it given them the powers of the earth, sky, and water? What does it want from them in return? Bigger still, the question is; Who will listen for when the Island speaks?

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