Midas - Tharon x Belie

Cera - //adopted son// ? x ?

Hototo //stepson// Ktulu x Earth

Ranjiri - //firstborn// Midas x Ktulu

Zahra - Midas x Africa

After my parents died, I was shadowed by grief and shattered emotionally, (as any youngling would be.) Various members of the herd would stop by, ensuring my well being; but there was always a whisper of judgement upon their breath and a too sweet smile upon face. They pitied me because I was an orphan, but thought nothing toward my future in the herd. Eventually the tears dried and I emerged from ash to a dawn, bright and shinning -- though my gaze was still very dark.

Training began shortly after; my Da had schooled me on basic skills, I bore technique, but little control of power. My days were spent under the blazing sun as an apprentice soldier, unmerciful the patron of Dragon's Throat turned a blind eye to my chosen path of suffering. Spars eventually turned into challenges as I grew confident; yearlings, two year olds. They became my brothers and sisters, friends and family.

A year passed and I turned two -- entering an age of adolescence.

There was one yearling upstart that caught my attention. He was a year younger than me, just a scruffy little lad who had wandered in from an outlaying territory. We hung out as friends at first, then as brothers as our bond began to seal -- he followed me everywhere. Norse. One day, we were playing beside the cliffs near the ocean, luring each other closer and closer to the edge. My wings had matured to full length and received their primary feathers many months before. I'd recently made it through flight training with the elder soldiers in our herd, Norse had only begun his first few sessions. We were young and stupid. Never thinking that anything bad would happen.

Not until something bad did happen.

The rocks beneath our feet gave way; we'd been standing to close to the rocky edge. Our combined weight was to much for the fragile stones which had been washed by time and salt -- we fell. I opened wings and flew to safety, catching a glimpse of my friend, brother, and child fall to his death on the shores below. A scream and then painful silence. The sharp shoreline was quick to take his life, I could only stare in awestruck horror as the pale surf turned red from the blood that emerged from his nose and eyes.

Norse. I grieved for him and this cruel world. Prayer became my escape, I called upon the god of my father and his father, Earth. Days turned into weeks, and then months. I rose to the lowly position of Soldier during that time, entering the ranks of those that were sent into the fray first.

The third year of my life was spent training, patrolling, and recruiting. I eventually healed the wounds of loss -- the mending was painful at first, but time was an excellent healer and my family offered many distractions. Cera came into my life, he arrived much like Norse had -- carried by the wind and bleating his sorrow. That painted boy became my final stitch in the cuts that tore at this soul. We were happy and growing, I sheltered him from the world -- but it wouldn't last in that perfect ignorance. Work would always get in the way, drive an invisible wedge between our bond.

There were many happy moments following Cera's arrival, celebrations, racing, the discovery of my first inborn talent. Sand control. My life was unfolding rapidly, days became sweet with an easy going pace that gave me freedom to love and be loved. Ktulu, a mysterious mare. She caught my eye and quickly captured interest. That dark beauty with a crimson tinting her hair; young love. Fate allowed us to have a short time together, we traveled to distant lands, seeking material that Earth had requested. Upon completion my patron god crafted this body a set of armor that resembled the same my Da had once worn.

Fina came into my life shortly after Cera; I among others found her egg tottering on the edge of Heavenly Fields; by combining my efforts with strangers we were able to save that creamy shell. Out of the souls that lingered, she chose mine in those fragile moments of silence and our bond was sealed for eternity.

The wind sang for us, approving the union.

There were less favorable events stirring; and they all began with ill timing. Very rarely did I take leave from duty, but every so often I'd take an afternoon off so that me and Cera could expand our horizon and get out of the Throat to explore the lands bordering our home. It would seem ill luck followed us close at heel. Cera had walked into the forest, leaving me on the edge to graze. His blood curling screams ignited the air, I rushed to him -- but nearly arrived to late. A Basin stallion had poisoned his blood.

With all speed I took Cera back home, collapsing on the border from exhaustion. Onni arrived and healed his wounds, chased the toxin from his blood. But our lives would never be the same; this was the beginning of a series of events that would aid in further shaping my relationships.

Wars came. Promotions, I became a General. Kri called for us to fight in an alliance. My first taste of true battle was victorious, but the sweetness was tainted when my mentor and co-general, Azzuen, breathed in his last breath on one peaceful morning. Ktulu fled the desert, leaving without so much as a farewell. Apollo became one of my closest friends.

With time I was able to woe Ktulu into entering a long distance relationship with me. I was entranced by her beauty and ignorant to the dangers of playing with wildfire. We were young, reckless. She'd already had a child by father Earth, that didn't stop us from seeking warmth in the physical comfort of being around each other. During the first few months of my fourth year I balanced raising Cera, settling into the position of Sultan and visiting Ktulu.

Hototo, a child sired from the loins of earth. Him and Cera became quick friends, me and Ktulu often took our little family out for flying lessons and visits beside the ocean. Those were peaceful days, summertime days. It was months of growth for the two of us, Ktulu and her sister became the leaders of Foothills, they ruled a small group of mercenaries called, The Grey. It wasn't long before Ktulu's belly began to swell. My child was growing within her womb. I watched that beautiful, slender frame blossom from a distance; she soon gave birth to a filly. Ranjiri had entered my life.

Magic began to grow stronger inside me. I learned to craft gold during those months of peace and tranquility.

All to soon, danger again struck us. Shadow creatures, monsters from another world who bore our faces and our likeness. They were called Dopplegangers, total opposites of our personalities. Cera confronted my doppleganger; he came home, scared, wide eyed. I hadn't thought much into the situation -- I would later regret not looking deeper. During this outbreak of panic and uncertainty Kri disappeared from our home, leaving me the only lead to oversee our unions and herd.

Just as the doppelgangers waned, the Basin attacked our home and our allies, the Edge. We were victorious, but not without sacrifice. Kri returned, claiming to be held captive by our enemies. It wasn't long after the war that a certain dappled mare entered my life. Africa, a clan mate whom had run into a basin cur. I drove back the stallion and captured him.

Things seemed to settle for a few weeks, scouts reported seeing Kri vanish into the horizon. She left Dragon's Throat and with her the sun seemed to follow. Helovia was covered by darkness -- the sun didn't rise, the moon didn't shine. There was nothing. Our world became a living hell. Many of my herd disappeared during this darkness, Africa was among them. We became confined to our borders, fearing the outside world and darkness. Sun didn't forget his people, a pillar of fire ran into heaven, it became our light and hope.

I raised Guacho to the second lead position.

Darkness eventually waned and the sun returned. We were all able to sigh collectively and catch a breath. Cera was traveling outside the throat often, on one such outing he put an end to my doppleganger, unknowingly pulling me in a parallel universe.

That world was cold, uncaring, full of fire that fell from heaven. An unyielding darkness that was lessened only by this fire. An ocean stretched below as far as the eye could see, stones ringed themselves in the water; pools that led to other worlds, other timelines. i returned to Helovia after seeing a vision of the Doppleganger that Cera had killed. Months had passed.

My recovery was swift, but not swift enough, Ktulu ended our relationship after realizing that I wasn't prepared to follow her to Foothills. Magic grew from the heartache of wounded love, I learned how to tremble the earth. ....... more to come..... ____________________ outline

A sickness was coming, the sickness that would drive us from our homes and into a cave.

Healed the sick and grew closer to Africa. Discovered that it was a Basin stallion who had cut off her wing.

The sickness slowly started to lessen, the gods came to us one by one. Granting leadership and positions. I became Czar of Hidden Falls and Seele became my colead.

We traveled to Hidden Falls with the Asylum.

Asylum proved to be more than just a handful.

Traitors were thrown from Asylum and Hidden Falls.

Basin came asking for an Alliance.

I pleaded to Dragon’s Throat for an Alliance.

We entered an agreement with them and a formed a peace treaty with the Edge.

The island appeared, offering more distractions and celebration. Races and trinkets.

Earth granted me new magic, the ability to craft any metal of my choosing.

Basin came to Hidden Falls and Time god appeared.

Gave an Earth amulet to Lena to give to the little Basin filly he'd upset.

Seele died

Midas grieves, the murders continue.

Ghost is chosen as their new leader.

Africa appeared in the Falls.

Africa and Midas grow closer and create a new life.

Hototo is murdered and the real killer is revealed.