Post by » r a j on Apr 28, 2007 18:19:11 GMT -5
Calls echoed through the desolate lands. Stallions screaming to their mates as victory was upon them. The wounded being tended too and the weak enemies breathing their last moments. I stood above them, as many royals have done so before. Watching as they scrambled and felt something they have never felt in centuries. Freedom. Foals were gathered into small herds, with mares gaurding them constantly. Many ran off into the distance, leaving the others behind to collect any of the wits they had left. The only thing to do was leave these lands. Open lands call out to many dictators from the West, so we must flee North, into the strongholds of many lands. Great empires await for us there. With great wisdom and equines. Rindles was not one of the great Empires of the North. It was just beginning to get put together. It was one of the newest lands. Lands full of oppertunity, and chaos. Some equines enjoyed that, others did not. Many would go to the great lands that layed farthest North and Northeast. Rindles was in the middle of all this, but of course many stayed only for a day. They wanted some more, flourished. I watched as a few bold stallions ran West, hoping the Western lands would great them with open arms. They of course, would die. As young and strong as they were, the Western lands accept no fools amongst them. I didn't try to stop them.
I waited for every equine to vanish. I was more of a shadow to them. They didn't notice me, they didn't care. These equines were mostly of young blood, so they have never heard the legend of Raj. The sun was hidden behind the great mountains that I stood upon. Darkness overcoming the land and taming every last inch it could reach. I felt a cold wind blow through my spine, my bod shivering with an eerie feeling. Something was watching me, but still I took no notice. Now what would a red roan being doing out in the middle of the night? Of course I do only know one Red Roan, and her lineage seems very much of Light standards to me. I spun around to a slightly hoarse voice. Maura. Well, my sister, you should know. You do lead them after all. Besides, I would never follow the footsteps of such foolish equines. Maura was a great equine. She was my half sister and a prize to any stallion. Smart and cunning, yet strong and swift. But she was too good for any stallion's eyes. She was a loner. And as dark as she tried to be, she never could accomplish being so mean to another. She was pure light, as was our mother. But she never amitted it. She never will. And yet I know my own path. You wander. You are not fight to carry the name Raj. I should of gained such a title. She snorted as her words ended. My own vocals hushed for a moment as I thought. Raj was a name given to the greatest equine in our old lands. Only one would receive the title after the old Raj had died. All of the Raj would be male, except me. My sire always said I had broken the lineage to our ancestors. My twin brother was to be the next Raj, he died during birth. I had to prove myself worthy. Of course I had no intrest in such a title. Maura did. She tried harder and harder every day, but all eyes were on me. My grandsire was Raj, and he never accepted the fact of a female Raj. He died before he made a decision, so my people did. And they chose me. After that Maura vanished, and I hadn't seen her since. I looked away as the moon shone brighter and the stars fell near it. My words a harsh tone as the wind began to pick up as the night grew colder. I know my place, Maura. You should know yours. A tremble came out from her large bod. You will never know your place. And you will never belong. I am well known here, and not just in the South. Even the North has reconized my greatness. You are unknown otherwise. A coward that hides in the shadows. You will never stand next to me in my glory.
--NOT DONE--
