History

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H I S T O R Y
Days Of The Desert
over 1000 years ago

Long ago, there was a great king. He lived in the midst of a large desert, where the sun beat fiercely all day, and water was scarce. This king was known to all edges of the earth. All country’s knew of his wealth and status, they knew him, and respected him. No one dared defy or attack his lands, for he raised the most wonderful horses in all the world. They were the most elegant, fastest, and their endurance was like no other.

This king did not hold his wealth in his jewels or coins. Nor in his home or army’s. His wealth was in his horses. His barns were much grander then his home, and his horses were treated better then any human. Their blood was the purest, and coats were the cleanest. No one could deny the beauty in the animals.

Their barn was in a plentiful oasis, situated behind his house. They lived peacefully, never worrying about to many guards, for there was no need. Though one day, it all changed.

Far north, there was a queen. She had everything she needed, money, beauty, wealth, power. The only thing left for her to want, was a strong, fast, fleet of horses. Yet, race after race, she always lost to the great king from the desert. His horses were always better, and that bothered her. If she could only destroy him, his horses, she would have the best of everything. So that is what she did.

On a warm, but windy night, she paid men, to light fire to his stables.

The Great King, he did not get to be king without his bold thinking. He always bedded with his three best stallions, knowing many would kill to capture them, yet also knowing, they would never. For they held strong, untamable spirits. On the night of the fire, he awoke, and swung open the gates to the desert. He would find them later, and bring them home, but they would be safe, away.

The stallions, smart as well, disappeared at once.
The great king ran immediately, to free his other horses, though in his haste, a large, burning timber, fell atop him. He was never able to recollect his three best horses from the deserts.

Yet they, found a way to live in the cruel, yet rewarding deserts of Aureate. Each unique spirit, discovering a different way.

The shortest, yet strongest, was speckled blue like the ocean. He had a bold presence, and drew your eye to his muscular figure. He was also, a sight to behold. He, being so defiant, chose to stay close to the danger and what feared him. Allowing his brothers to go ahead. Almost as if he dared the strange fire to near him. Yet, also being smart, chose a spot just out of sight of his old home. He chose a small oasis, which was plentiful with blue water and vegetation. In the shadows of the tree’s, he was almost camouflaged. There, he hid. (Azrak)

The tallest of them, was the richest shade of brown, to ever grace the earth. Every inch of him was creamy brown, his coat gleamed and eyes twinkled. He was truly one to behold. He, being so humble, sped as far as he could. For though he was possibly, the most handsome, he was so frightened, that he left his brothers behind. He did not stop running, until he found a strange, area. Ruins. The old, mud packed walls, almost camouflaged his sleek figure. They provided shelter, and shade. An old well, leaked water. There, he hid. (Jauzi)

The third craved attention, being admired was what he loved. He was not tall, nor short. Not weak nor tall. The reason he was so special was his mind, he was very clever. He wore a coat the colour of clouds, and had a matching mane and tail that was long and never knotted. Yes , he also, was a sight to behold. He did not want to go too far to be hidden from view, but, he did not want to be to close to danger. He was stuck in the middle, where shelter was scarce. So, he decided to make his home, in a cluster of cacti. For water, if their was none, he would eat the bottoms of the cacti, where thorns did not grow. The juices provided a drink, and food. There, he hid. (Ramadi)

Now, the Great King was greatly missed. To honor him, the peasants of his villages, and villages from far and wide, took their greatest horses, and unleashed them to the desert. This was, because they knew how much the Great King loved his horses. They did not want his most loved, to die alone.

The horses, scattered. Each choosing their home wisely.
Would they choose to go with the clouded horse, whose home was in the cacti, and heart just as prickly.
Perhaps they would choose to go with the chocolate horse, whose home was in old ruins, and heart fair.
Or, would they choose to go with the ocean horse, who lived in the most beautiful oasis, with a heart to match.

Though today, the brothers are gone, their herds live on.
Honoring their lines with the most stunning, untamable, horses of the golden desert.