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In ancient times, a near two centuries ago- the lives of the equines where peaceful. Joy and laughter could be heard through each land, each herd and every family. Food, water, and other necessities for a healthy life were abundant. As the olden days, there was one King, and one Queen. Rahklore, and Montagne. Ruling the three main lands with a strong yet guiding staff; was the King. The lady of the throne, though, was more compassionate and understanding than the Lord. Often times she would take orphans under her wing, as she was unable to give birth to her own youth. When this was declared true, it saddened , knowing in the back of his mind that soon a heir was to be announced. The foal would have to be brought up more civilized than the others, and taught the ways of a noble. Time was pressing on the King and Queen, Montagne knew this all too well. The commoners of the nine different herds, separately divided in three sections of land, beginning to come upon the subject in their meetings and gatherings as well. Many were anxious, others were frustrated. While others seemed to know how things would turn out, and let things be at that. This continued, for a whole five years, the questions and curiosity never letting up. Pressure began to set in on the High Ones, and they both knew what was to be done by now. After much consideration, time and thought put into it, they’d both agreed. Amongst the several parent-less foals that had been given a life in the natural fortress with the King and Queen, were two that seemed to stick out from the rest of the crowd more than any others. Unable to chose between both of them, Montagne took it upon herself to raise them both as the new heirs to the throne. The citizens didn’t agree with the idea at first, but eventually saw that both of the chosen ones were more than suitable for the position of honor. Another three years ahead now, and both the filly and colt in training had nearly completed maturing into their adult forms- a stunning pair indeed. The mare’s name was Dakre, and the stallions was Lihget. Her beauty caught the eyes of nearly every brute of every land; a sleek black coat, alluring, seductive eyes of a mysterious green and a perfectly shaped body to top it off. All of the herd leaders, second generation now, attempted a win at her heart. Some claimed her heart was non-existent. And icy air would roll off her tongue as she spoke, with an attitude and pride carried so strongly that you could feel the vibes before getting a chance to even see her dark figure stalking around the corner. Now, the stallion on the other hand, Lihget, was pretty near the opposite of his step-sibling. His coat was rougher, and a dull blue roan in coloring. No one really saw his eyes as they saw Dakre’s, for his were a simple black. If one took the time to gaze at him long enough, they’d soon become enchanted as you saw his golden heart, an elder once portrayed. He cared after those who needed, and watched to catch those before they fell. He’d seen that this was definitely a much happier way to live life, but Dakre had seen life as a one-time gift, and sought to make the best of it. She’s certainly changed, from a filly to a mare. There was a time when she avoided the crisp cold in the morning, but came out in mid-day to rummage through the flowery fields. It seemed as if over-night, she’d transformed. Now she’d wake up earlier than the usual, to endure the harsh bite of before the sun rose, and almost always walked in the shadows rather than frolicking under the sun in the daisies patches. But that was a topic which everyone hoped to avoid and ignore with the new Nobles of the land, and now came the time came upon the chosen pair to take the throne from their adopted parents, and founders of the lands. As Queen Montagne had decided approximately seven years earlier, Lihget and Dakre were planned to be the King and Queen of Nearyan. As the dark transformation occurred with Dakre, so did her life decisions, obviously. So pairing up with Lihget wasn’t exactly on her agenda for the life time. Sharing hadn’t been one of her qualities, either. So having to make decisions based on what the King thought would be a major inconvenience, for her. No, she wanted it all, she had decided. If that meant fighting the stallion she’d grown up with in order to reach her goal, so be it. No hard feelings, love. It’s just good business. But, as fate would have it, the old King was known to be dead the following afternoon. Just as the sun disappeared behind the snowy mountains at a far off distance- a shadowy figurine escaped the depths of the night and persuaded the cherished lord to his fatal fall. Some were determined to assume it was Dakre; either her plotting done by a minion or her outright doing the wicked deed. The more optimistic ones believed he could’ve been careless about where he stepped, and falling over the side of the infamous trench where he made his daily rounds- something he had once prided himself in. His body was never recovered, so this left it all the more an unsolved mystery. At the early time of day before the sun rose above the clouds once more, you could see an army of dastardly-looking beasts coming over the ridge from the south lands- the once less visited. They appeared as shadows, sulking over the ground the guiltily slithered over. Wild flames had overwhelmed their eyes, their coats rich with color and depth, but their skin laced with scars and blood stains. Fog hung low, a depressing wave of emotion swept over each territory. No one had seen this coming, not even the wise old equines, believed to fore-tell certain incidents yet to come. Save one of them, of course. A craxy, or so everyone thought, old mare with the idea of an ironic attack and an army formed by one of the chosen heirs to claim the throne as their own, and permanently dismantle their opponent. Thus had so far come true, as the dark equines advanced, gaining land and showing their numbers with every step. By now, Lihget had unravelled the situation himself, and formed his own army. His numbers did not even compare to half of Dakre’s , thus he demanded a one-on-one battle between he and the deviless as she and her large amount of followers met his hundred or so at a clearing center of the daisy field she’d once played in. But before they could demolish each other, as they leapt forwards with an extreme amount of force and power from both skilled opponents, an unforeseeable accident occurred. The one they both loved equally, the only thing that kept an ounce of love in Dakre’s heart; Queen Montagne, came bolting from the fortress as she rammed herself between them just as they were about to give the other a fatal blow. A crash, a crunch, and a devastating silence as the horrid sounds waves echoed throughout the lands and spread for miles and miles. Everyone knew what had just happened, whether or not they’d eye witnessed it or not. But the good queen had fallen, and into a dead corpse on the ground where Lihget and Dakre stand over- trembling as they racked their brains over and over again to see if that incident had really happened, or not. Well it had. Thus leaving the lands in a crisis for the time being. Still in minor shock, the siblings silently agreed with each other to take the lands which they’d brought their armies from. Dakre taking complete control over the three South herds- which rapidly turned to constant dark skies and a damp mist in the air at all times. Leaving Lihget with the three territories to the North of Nearyan. They remained the same, with normal sun-to-moon hours, day by night. Of course, there were still three un-claimed herd lands to be dealt with. This had been agreed that Montagne’s younger sister, Nalruet, would take charge of these ones, with a temperature right between the North and South lands. Some clouds, but not an excessive amount, and a few meadows rich with the lives smaller animals living in the often beautiful natural landscaping. It became known, after a year or so, that Dakre was a ruthless, black hearted bitch; the “Dark Queen”. While Lihget was a considerable amount more like his step-father, and now the “Light Prince” of his own three lands. Now the questions of fate are left to ponder over- Will the destined couple; Dakre and Lihget re-unite, or will they forever be separated opponents? Is there still a chance of war, if Dakre becomes power-hungry again? And if a war were to be had, which side would win?
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