The History of Our Land

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Long ago in a time so few have lived in to remember, these lands were ruled by the Scarred Warrior. He was known as many things, from a tyrant to the devil himself. He feasted on the fear of others, reveled in causing chaos, death and anguish. His merciless ways would get him in trouble, but he didn't care. Most called him the Feared One... I called him my lover and my mate... Spiritspawn. Hearing his name used to strike fear into many rebellion's hearts. But before we go into that, let me start from the beginning, or at least what I know about it.

Before my time, when Spiritspawn was young, there was a war. His father had initiated it between the tribes. No one won, because the war was short lived. Spiritspawn had killed his father, and taken the title of Feared One. The leads of every tribe had been killed, setting everyone free. The tribes herds ruled themselves, no longer united under one ruler, unknowing of Spiritspawn. When he came, they were in for a rude awakening. He didn't believe in love and appeared to all senses a hardened equine. Demanding mares to bear him an heir and stallions to join him, he created enemies and allies. His allies he was wary of, expecting them to strike him when his back was turned. They never did, nor did any mare bear him an heir. This is where I came in, so I know a bit more. Spiritspawn was challenged to the death by me, a battle I knew I could win and claim the title of Feared One. That was all I wanted, and my main task at the time... but I fell in love. In the middle of the battle, I realized why it was so hard for me to go through with fighting him. I fell to my knees, and offered myself as his slave. He declined and made me warrior. I bore him his heiress and twins, Tempest and Tombstone's Revenge.

Around this time, a rebellion was forming. The group was led by Silver Mist, who, having been injured as a foal by Spiritspawn, greatly disliked him and wanted peace over the land. The group strengthened, and Spiritspawn formed his army. Not too surprising, but Spiritspawn didn't have that many followers. No one wanted to fight against their families, except those he forced to fight for him... and those that were completely devoted to him, like me. My children weren't aloud to fight, they were too young. Silver Mist, for reasons I cannot fathom, put them under her protection. The Alliance was not to harm them in any way, and, for some reason... me... unless I struck at them first. When the war began to draw closer, and everyone began to hold their breath and await the inevitable... it happened...

Spiritspawn vanished. No one knows what caused his disappearance, though if it was planned, he kept it even from me, which means I can only mean so much to him and his foals. His disappearance brought chaos over our lands, the lands everyone now thought would have peace. An Earthquake struck, killing many of our best known allies and friends, as well as enemies. My daughter, Tempest, is one of those who was slain. After the earthquake, everyone expected peace... and they had it. The lands were virtually dead, with only three still on it. Myself, Ghost Raider, and Silver Mist. My son had left to pursue other paths in his life, believing that with the death of the Scarred Warrior, his future here was bleak. I remained in the hope that my love would return... but he never did.

But peace can only last so long. There's a new scent in the air, one that reeks of a being coming to cause devastation once more. The remaining three - Silver Mist had a filly and died - can feel it in our bones, and we're already sensing what's going to come next... another war... but this one will be finished. Who this next Feared One will be, whether mare or stallion, is still unknown...

Thirty-three herds.
Four tribes.
One Kingdom of Fear.
Many destinies.

Who will you join?
What will you stand for?
Will you fight for freedom or repression, or attempt a takeover all your own?

Only you can help us with our fate... You can change the course of our future... or let us perish...
What will you choose?