Rising of the Sun

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As you walked, dragging tired, aching hooves behind you, you start to believe all hope is lost. You'll never find that wonderous dreamland, the that you sire and dam told you stunning, and shockingly amazing stories of. Your friends said you were crazy to believe in such a place, you said they were not to. But as winter surged in full force, no mercy, and parents fell dead in it's depths, you, just like the winter storm, plunged forward, determinded to find the place that your beloved sire and dam had told you so much about. Now you had been gone so long, you were sure that all your friends, or, used to be friends, believed you were dead, and had, just like so many, been swallowed whole be the raging winter storm. The funny thing was, you almost were dead. But despite the terrible aches, and your stomaches screaming to get food, your toung swollen in your mouth from lack of water, you trudged onward, determination coursing through your veins.

One day, on the verge of giving up, you stumble upon a stunning stone, it looked as if it was carved by angels, it surface smooth as a calm water's edge. For whatever reason, you aren't sure, as you approach the striking stone, your heart beat increases pace, pounding your chest like never before. You finally get within feet of the towering stone, mezmerized by it, all it says, is Welcome. You don't understand at first, and your heart beat slows, sadness welling. You glance behind the stone, ready to cry, but then you freeze. You shake your head and blink your eyes in disbeliefe. What you see before you is stunning. You glance backwards at the snowy ground, trace your hoove prints, and suddenly, they disappear, beneath your hooves is glowing emerald grass. Sprouting like it's spring, reaching knee high. You had been to worried to notcie it before, but you looked onward. In your veiw is a phenominal land, spring flowers are blooming, butterfly's dance above, swooping down to collect nectar, as you turn to look forward, a darkness catches your eye..

Before you now is an errie place of darkness. You hear distant screams, and the evil you never knew you had now glows within. The ground is dead and sandy, gritty beneath your hooves. Dead plants are even sparse, and what you see in some instances horrifys you. Pools of scarlet licked dot the land you see. But then you look back to the wonderful side of amazment, and the evil drips away, leaving you in utter confusion. You step backwards until you are at the stone again, and study both terrace's intently, and suddenly a white mare appears before you. She sweeps low in a bow, silver tendrils decorated with red roses, a golden tiara atop her delicately carved visage. She smiles warmly, and speaks in angelic tones. I am Indian. I am the queen of the Licht, we are the good side, we believe in peace and love. You nod absently, now focused on a mahogany bay whom approaches you with a crown of jewels, he stands tall infront of you, but doesn't have a stature of darkness, or light. I am Touchstone. I am king of the Unbekannt. We havn't chosen a side, as we do not believe in fighting. You nod, almost fearfully glancing at the white mare. Now the darkest black you've ever seen approaches slowly. Darkness surrounds him, and whatever he touches falls dead to the ground. He speaks coldly. I am Demonio. He says with an icey glance at the two equines standin in their own part of the land. I am king of the Dunkel's. The three stare you in the eye, Indian sweetly and kindly, Touchstone calmly and invitingly, and Demonio coldly and forcfully. Which will it be?

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