THE GENESIS

Not many know of where the gods came from, but the through words, whispered from generation to generation, a story unfolds. From the mists or time and the energy of potential, a God was created, the first sibling emerging into being. A normal sized horse, modest in musculature, yet destined to hold the power of time and electricity. His coat painted with the darkest shade of black, only to have pure white inscriptions break the dark void in swirls of patterns. Highlights of blue accented those ivory details, and electricity granted him the power of flight. His jagged horn a symbol of one of his elements, the ageless details of his face a testimony to the other.

The next to rise, not long after brother Time, would grow from the dust and vapor of the air, formulating the solid God of the Earth. His immense figure grew larger and larger with each passing day, dwarfing the height of his elder. Eyes of emerald, a body the deep color of rich soil, and a set of massive ram horns became the mark of the Earth.

Light, not seen before in this era so brightly, cascaded like a shockwave, the heat turning into long, curling tendrils of fire. The God of the Sun burst into being in all the radiance and violence of the center of the universe, golden in color with liquid golden eyes to match. Two, long horns curved from his handsome brow, cloven hooves making prints on the dust.

The fourth to arise did so subtly. A shadow that would not be cast out, even by the light grew into a feminine shape. Winds crashed along the surface of the heavens, spinning the shadow like a maelstrom in the sea. From the center of this tumultuous storm came the lavender curve of the God of the Moon, her pale eyes resembling the bright orb in the sky which only appeared when the sun disappeared on the horizon.

The land was vast and empty. Grey, ashen sands blew across the silence of the abyss, a bitter salute to the day that never rose across the horizon. Other lands were thriving. The sun rose and fell, and the tides drifted with the moon, but not this place. Like a power outage seen from space, the land we all call Helovia was a darkened shadow on an established world, ancient world. Loorien’s patch of decay was hidden from the native, primitive inhabitants. But not all places that live in darkness are lost. Forehooves of the divine sifted through the grey sands, and the God of the Earth exhaled a great sigh. The God of the Sun and the God of the Moon exchanged hesitant glances, but they trusted their elder not to lead them astray. Young, bright, and ambitious creatures they were, eager to embark upon something that was their own. The God of the Spark watched with disinterest, and he followed the trio ahead with an aged worry. Being divine was no responsibility at all, but being divine to those who depended upon them was like playing the same record for thousands of years. He had seen it happen before. Tragedy struck other lands with plague and darkness as their deities abandoned the mortals, leaving them in darkness and confusion. Would his brash, fire-born brother feel as interested in these transient, mortal souls along this unknown timeline? Would his quiet sister want to draw the moon to the sky for creatures who died in a blink of their eyes?

The God of the Spark did not voice his concerns. Instead, he followed, watching the three begin to work their magic over the emptiness that spanned the horizon. Sand began to dance on windswept dunes as the earth began to rumble and quake. Emerald eyes were closed, and the Earth Gods’ face was bent in concentration. Sweat dripped from his brow with this effort as mountains began to surge forth from the crust below in a glorious crowning of Helovia. In his exhale, the rains began to fall, hissing against the ashen sand. He spread his wings and pushed them down. The grey grains whistled in protest as they were struck from the dirt filled ground, cast miles and miles into the sea. Grasses, silent and lush began to blanket the land in a lavish green. A fault line filled with water that bubbled from earnest ground, spilling into oceans that roared in applause.

A lavender figure danced across the green grass, flashing her leonine tail around her hocks. Her thistle eyes were closed, and white mists danced in her wake. The dance was entrancing and mysterious, and the winds were her partner. They whistled through the mountains, calling forth thunderous clouds to snow upon the north, and they pushed the oceans into rhythm. The thick veil that covered the sky vanished, revealing a bright, white moon that began to recede into the horizon. Golden and proud, the God of light and fire pulled the sun from the horizon, groaning in effort. For the first time since Loorien’s birth, Helovia experienced a sunrise.

The God of the Spark watched and cast lightning in the stormy skies to the north, but watching his siblings was far more interesting. Each of them took to claiming a certain corner of their new plaything. His elder brother moved to the mountains, his mysterious sister enclosed the west in thick fog, and his golden brother moved to the fiery, hot south. The black and white god moved south as well, finding an oddity that emerged from this rapid creation: an island that leaked blue lava into the ocean which lay far below massive, sheer cliffs. Nothing but a narrow, rocky bridge connected the mainland to this place. Three, large rocks had oriented themselves in a semi-circle, and the pull toward the heavens was strong here. The god smirked bitterly. Three. Loorien knew that he had not planned on staying to watch the temporal mortals, and he did not blame the world for denying him. A chime rang in his head. A once dead lead brought to life altered the timeline, and the summons he received pulled in his gut. With a burst of sparks and a small shockwave, the God of the Spark was gone.

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BEFORE YEAR ONE

Nomads, vagrants, vagabonds and explorers began to stumble across the new land, and the gods welcomed them with eager, open wings. Each species seemed to gravitate towards ends of Helovia, forming a strange polarity. The equines took north and south, and the unicorns, protected in secrecy by the mists of the west hid among the trees. Those with flight were migratory and nested in the mountains before fleeing to the warm southern coat in the winter. Many enjoyed their life in this new place, and the gods began to grant them abilities. Noble warriors of the equines now had the power to strengthen their ranks and bolster their bodies, and the keen minded took to crafting fantastic items. However with the influx of those who already held a deep past came prejudice and violence. Soon, the herds turned into something else entirely – a breeding ground for ill will, arrogance and greed.

The gods blamed each other. They were directly involved in the lives of these mortals, who else could have cause this stirring hatred? Young and violent, the God of the Sun urged his armies to march north to reclaim land from his elder brother. The God of the Earth, in a moment of anger that the land he forged was being overrun, took his troupes south. Bloodshed massacred the land, and the rivers ran red. The unicorns watched on, horrified, and they moved on through the sea. Only a handful stayed to bear witness to the destruction. Few survived.

The two gods could not help but feel horrified by what they had done, and the three promised to never take direct involvement again. The trio resigned themselves to the blue veins of Helovia where the land was silent for many ages. Until now.

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YEAR ONE

ORDER of the SUN
"Nothing can escape the touch of the sun, nothing." - Ra the Sun Emissary
A new age of Helovia had begun, rising with the sun in the great desert of the land, the Dragon's Throat. The religious zealots of the Order of the Sun fell into the supreme law of the red land, with Ra the Sun Emissary at their head, the Ray. The territory favored those of pale or gleaming colors, worshippers of the Sun, celebrating the fire and light magic bestowed by their greatest deity. The suppressed of their home were those of darker shades, as if anything colored with shadow was evil. After the flood of Isilmeans into the borders of Helovia, the God of the Sun chose an unlikely mare by Order standards to serve as the Sun Physician of the herd, Onni.
To the north of the vast desert, another band took hold of a territory. In the mists of the forest of the moon, the Plague of unicorns insinuated themselves in the shadows. Racist, the Plague elevated unicorns above all other species. At the head of the supremacists sat Psyche, sister to Paladin the Valiant and future queen of a then undiscovered herdland. At her right side, Mauja the Frostheart stood tall and proud. Under evaluation of the keen Moon Goddess, however, it was the great Ice King that rose to the throne of the World's Edge. The cunning and masterful d'Artagnan, a close friend of the King, was chosen to watch over the herd as the Moon Doctor. Ever watchful, Helena the Seer remained within the Edge, even as the Frostheart grasped his seat of power.
To the east of the mysterious forest, the Windtossed Foothills lay in peace without racism or elitist ideals. The kind pair of Gossamer the Benevolent and Indy the Righteous lead the herd with a steady, calm, and accepting grace. Easily becoming the largest and most fruitful herd of the land, the great hills of the Earth rose to be most influential in these early times. Once the survivors of Isilme's destruction crossed borders into Helovia, Smoke the WildRose took up seat as military commander. A strange, gangly girl by the name of Poppy had won over the heart of the jovial God of the Earth, being chosen to mend the injuries of her fellow herdmates. At the request of Gossamer and Indy, Narmer became the first crafter in the land of Helovia in years.

ESCAPING from the SHADOWS
"The fear that the shadows could still be right behind her was lodged in the back of her mind." - Evangeline the Pure
One of the great lands of Loorein to the east of Helovia began to shatter. Isilme, a land which had survived many turmoils at the hands of her Gods, finally began to bow underneath the assault of a force born of anger and hatred. The dead, their blood watering the land for many years, started their assault on the greed of the living, but holding no one soul innocent in their merciless eyes of read. The plague of the Shades, dark beings taking the figures of long lost loved ones made of sharp blades of the abyss, began to terrorize the inhabitants of the once great land. Grave upon grave ripped open, and the lost souls of Isilme overran the living, pushing those who resided within her vast arms out or toward their own destruction, where they would soon join the ranks of the undead.
The Last Stand of the Isilmean warriors consisted of the figures of each herd and major band who fought bravely to ensure that many of the foals and innocents could escape the clutches of the shadow creatures. Holding the line long enough for the remaining refugees to race toward freedom, many fell to their deaths. Those who survived the last push raced away after the heals of those they had rescued, running straight onward, blindly. Eventually, the wanderers of Isilme began to scatter across the globe of Loorein, the majority of the survivors finding a home in the nearest neighbooring kingdom of Helovia.
Many met with comrades who had vacated Isilme before the shades had begun to appear, but many more met with souls they thought dead at the hands of the cruel shadow beasts. Within the borders of Helovia, the lost souls of Isilme who flooded the new land began to rebuild their spirit as they had many times previously.

The REBEL BANDS
“We are but one people, separated by time and her cruel actions. Yet, we are still unbreakable. We still rise as one.” - Kri the Resolute
Rising amidst the Wilds, the Tuuli began to rise as the first outcast band. Headed by Kri the Resolute, the band had the ultimate goal of claiming a territory for her kin to better protect them, at the time of their creation consisting of only a small band of pegasus the mare had come to know in Isilme. Voltaic the Samurai and his brother Azzuen were key elements in the Tuuli, warriors which were loyal to the small bay firecracker from the beginning when she had ruled over the Cliffs. Infiltrating the Dragon's Throat but still allied to the Tuuli was Onni, sending information back to her cohorts when necessary. Kri expanded her network, gaining Smoke the WildRose as an ally, thus the Foothills, as well as the Qian, a recently established outcast band. It was not long before the Tuuli had set their sights on the Dragon's Throat, the future of the herd led by the small pegasus.
A mysterious creature by the name of Mirage drifted about Helovia with a bustling pace. Joined soon after by her sister Rishima, Torasin and Vikram, the shadowed mare began to form a group known as the Qian. Because of the mare's extensive history from a land dominated by night, Mirage had long since been a worshipper of the Moon. Because of such, the patron of the small band became the lithe God of the Moon, who's ethereal light began to shine favourably on the endeavors of the dark mare and her followers. Requesting the Qian's aid, the Moon Goddess warned Mirage and Mauja the Frostheart to remain weary of the Order of the Sun. Friend and ally to the Tuuli and the Foothills herd, the Qian began peaceably, though without any lack of friends by their side.

FALL of the SUN
"Still, he called to her, one fallen soul to another. 'Am-pere.'" - Voltaic the Samurai
True to the promise that she would wrest a land free for her followers, Kri the Resolute rose victorious from her invasion of the Dragon's Throat herd. Luck smiled upon the Tuuli and their allies, the Qian, as they invaded the land of the Order. Finding no will to fight in the inhabitants of the land, the Tuuli usurped the desert land without any resistance or losses - save one. After the others had all fled, Kri mad her victory speech in the great dome of the desert wave deep in the Dragon's Throat. Yet, in its outskirts, one battle was still being waged unbeknownst to the allies gathered at her side.
Voltaic the Samurai had found the heart of a warrior in one inhabitant of the land, or at least the stubborn resistance that would not yield to the invasion of his home. Ra the Sun Emissary, taking his alternate form of a massive lion, waged war upon the battle of the Tuuli's general. Falling underneath the teeth and claws of his opponent, Voltaic would never rise again. Still, his faithful katana Ampere gutted the once great king of the desert, becoming shattered under the weight of the massive cat. Broken bodies lay strewn across the floor, and the first death of the new Helovian Age was marked by the Sun King and the beloved Samurai. Despite Onni's best efforts to save her mentor upon discovery of the scene, Voltaic passed quietly before his family.

RISE of the PLAGUE
"I will not demean the greatness inherent in myself, in my blood, be tarnished by letting the vermin of the world live where I have chosen to reside." - Ulrik
While the new herd in the Dragon's Throat had just begun, the herd in the World's Edge was slowly growing. Mauja the Frostheart began to move swiftly about the land of Helovia, making connections with newcomers as well as grasping at connections with current leaders. His travels and influence began to spread across the land, and soon his name was known by almost every citizen of the land you would encounter. His collected and distant personality, as well as the strict adherence to manners, was guarding a secret near and dear to his heart. Deep in the forests of the World's Edge, a new power was emerging. The power of the unicorn supremacists and the possibility of their future reign. The Plague grew steadily in numbers as the herd began to expand, despite the disappearance of their former leader Psyche. Under the silver eyes of the moon, the World's Edge usurped the former glory of the Windtossed Foothills as most prominent herd. Large of number, rich in resources, and full of ambitious characters, the forest home soon began to be one of the most lively herds. Still, the eerie mists seemed to send a strange message toward the other leaders of Helovia, and Mauja could find no allies to call his own. At best, the Ice King found a platonic relationship with the Foothills leader Indy the Righteous, but was soon burned by the hot tongue of Kri the Resolute. Regardless of the outside powers, the Plague was growing under the care of Mauja, but would it be strong enough to overcome the adversity which awaited it?

FURY of the SUN
"For all of the warmth of the sun, he had no idea how to share it except in raging flames." - God of the Earth
Not all were prospering. After the fall of his beloved Order, the God of the Sun began to watch the interactions of Helovians bitterly. His golden eyes narrowed with hate, and feeling his chest burn with a renewed fiery passion, the start of Tallsun marked the beginning of a fury that left scars across the inhabitants and land. The rain ceased to fall, the days grew longer and warmer, until even the lushest lands felt parched. Arising from the fires of the Heart, the God of the Sun proclaimed his anger, waging war on the followers of the Earth and the Moon. The beginning of the warm season was ushered in with a wave of fire and ash.
Almost casually, the Master of Fire and light walked within the borders of the World's Edge. Grasses sprouted flames under his hooves, and his extrended wings drew great plumes of smoke from the trees. Encircled by fire, the God of the Sun laughed maniacally, until the unicorns began to come. Thinking him a target, they fruitlessly aimed to strike down the golden stallion while the fire began to grow and change and spread. Leaving behind his menacing gaze, the God disappeared in a pillar of light and flame. Meanwhile, the inhabitants of the World's Edge were left to watch the earth's futile battle with a dragon made of fire. When the the light disappeared, leaving behind a darkness greater than the night sky, Mauja the Frostheart and his cohorts were left to pick up the shattered pieces. His assaults did not stop at the World's Edge.
The God of the Earth's realm, the Windtossed Foothills, was the next victim to fall underneath the heat of the Sun's gaze. Descending upon their water supply, the great God began to expel heat and rise the temperature of the once peaceful waters. Boiling bubbles, steam, loss. The fish still their movements, the flow of the river slowed. The citizens of the Foothills, however, would not give up so easily. Raising arms and even harsher words toward the Father of Light, it was Smoke the WildRose who finally cut his rage long enough to end the assult upon her herdmates. The WildRose stood firmly and accepted the role of mother to the Sun's future child, with hopes to turn the young infants mind toward a better vision.
The only land safe from the direct brunt of the God of the Sun's flames was the Dragon's Throat, his patron land. The effects of the long summer were unavoidable, unfortunately, stripping the land of many resources and leaving the children of the desert wanting for much.
Tallsun finally began to wane and with it, so too did the power of the God of the Sun. Finally out from under the repressing season, the other two deities set to work upon taming their rampant brother. Finding the scorned God on the rim of the Heart, the God of the Moon and the God of the Earth banished the Sun for his cruelty and injury of their followers. They sent the God of the Sun to spend the entirety of Orangemoon and Frostfall on the Frostbreath Steppe, the least appealing territory for the God of Fire. His shrine would stand empty, and he would reconcile with his actions alone. As a gesture of apology, the wounds garnered from the burns of the deity's anger were to be replace on all victims with a shining golden coat and fresh, healthy skin.

LET the GAMES BEGIN
"To honor the dawning of freedom, the respect of individuals and the honor in unity, we begin THE GAMES!" - God of the Moon
Following the exile of their brother, the Gods of Moon and Earth were working toward their next accomplishment. The cool of the autumn season began to drift across the land, filling the battered summer souls with a new, crisp life. Music began to pour from the winds themselves, the night sky glowing brilliantly, the whisper of the Moon enchanting the souls far and wide across the land. The great symphony an introduction to the greatest event of the Year - the Helovian Olympics!
The races began shortly after the great announcement, with the unicorns left to conquer the God of the Earth's beloved element as they swam through the ocean along the coast, their pace swift and their faces determined. Cineviam of the World's Edge rose victorious for the Gold, with the rest of the horned children hot on his heels. The equines, too, were busily trying their best to beat the mountainous, arid, and forested regions of the land. Their cross-country race was underway, taking those with weak hearts quickly toward the bottom of the ranks. Pillar of the Qian, Lace was the first to the finish line with his companion Fajira. Finally, the pegasus were soaring through the skies above, feathers whistling in the air as they navigated quickly through obstacles to reach the end of the course where the wind's mistress, God of the Moon, awaited them. Gold painted Midas of the Dragon's Throat rose to the front of the pack, easily making his way through to the last obstacle well before any other.
The athletes of the land were not the only ones having fun during the games. Upon the ground, the magic wielders of Helovia took up arms or cunning strategies to make a battle of the mystical arts upon one another. A flurry of smoke, wind, painting, and the breath of the undead, the tourneys were a spectacle to be seen. The most cunning and creative of users of their magic floated above the rest, but no clear winners would arise from the pool of magicians.

CHILDREN of the GODS
"Daughter of the sun, so fitting for you to enter the world at the dawning of a new day." - Smoke the WildRose
The burns of the God of the Sun had not entirely healed. With their lands subject to his wrath, leaving angry burns across the forest of the World's Edge despite the attempt of the God of the Earth to mend the land, and the Windtossed Foothills struggling with the absence of their once lush resources, a worry crept in the hearts of the immortals. Taking conference in their own realm, the Gods of Earth and Moon began to strategize a way to aid in the protection of the living beings they cared deeply for. In an effort to prevent the mortals from being victim to a deity with little defense, a plan began to form. To protect the lands and inhabitants they held dear, the Gods would allow a mortal being to mix with their divine blood. From their will, the children of the Gods, demi-gods, would be born.
Arriving within the Dragon's Throat, the God of the Earth quickly summoned his lady of choice with a rumble of laughter and call of his warm voice. Ktulu, the mare he had met previously to restore functionality to her legs, responded quickly, taking into consideration his proposal. The young mare swiftly agreed to aid the God of the Earth in his plans to protect the land, and Ktulu the Constrictor became the mother of the first divine child - Hototo.
Meanwhile, the Goddess of the Moon traveled toward her forest home, slinking into the mists with the same grace she always carried. Her whisper was delivered through the trees, calling out the Doctor she had appointed all those nights ago. d'Artagnan the Nightshade responded humbly, no small feat for the red bay, and agreed to sire the child of her blood. Underneath the stars and the Moon above, Mesec, the second child of the gods, was contrived.
Alone on the Frostbreath Steppe, the God of the Sun knew nothing of the actions of his siblings. However, the news traveled slowly upon the wind. Musings of travelers that the fiery deity captured began to speak of the birthing to the God of the Earth's son, and, enraged at his conniving siblings, the Sun set out to actualize the promise he had forced from Smoke the WildRose, bringing to life Israfel Azardohkt, the embodiment of his light and fire in an mortal body.

MOVEMENT in the DARK
“My friends, comrades and family, I ask you to come forth and greet your fellows beneath the stars tonight.” - Mirage the DragonHeart
Now the eldest remaining outcast band, the Qian began to struggle with their hard life in the Wilds as their numbers grew steadily. Mirage began to fear that her beloved family would be unable to shelter another season outside of a herdland. Still, battle was not in the nature of the shadow mare, and she escaped toward the Veins of the Gods for advice on her current dilemma. The God of the Moon answered her plea, appearing to the dark mare as the friend that Mirage needed. Offering her the advice for her best interest, the Moon set in motion the betrayal of her own patrons of the World's Edge. However, it was ultimately the decision of Mirage whether or not her war plans would come to reality.
Returning to the depths of the Dark Forest, Mirage sent out a call for her allies, family, and friends, requesting their audience and support. The leader divulged her intent to steal away the land of the World's Edge, but requested the aid of all who would stand beside her. Her valiant followers, as well as Kri the Resolute and Paladin the Valiant, agreed to stand beside the leader of the Qian in her quest for a new home. War was coming to the land of Helovia, and it would not be the easy battle that had awaited the Tuuli in the Dragon's Throat.

DISSENTION of the WARRIOR'S HEART
"Greatness is measured in numbers, happiness, and equality, and this herd is ill represented in most areas." - Paladin the Valiant
The Windtossed Foothills, once the largest and most bountiful herd in Helovia, had begun to crumble. Their numbers began to shrink as the other herds grew, their resources were still recovering from the horrid summer dealt by the God of the Sun, and a stale feeling of inactivity began to cling to the curves of the Hills. Former leader of Isilme, the warrior who felt true love for the home he had found, Paladin the Valiant grew concerned with the state of the Windtossed Foothills. His crimson eyes watched critically as Gossamer the Benevolent and Indy the Righteous watched idly as their status in the land began to dwindle, while Smoke the WildRose struggled under her limited power to keep their home relevant and active. Never being one to take things lying down, Paladin the Valiant ushered the first internal challenge for leadership.
Calling Gossamer the Benevolent out on her complacency, the Valiant wished to restore his home to its former glory and status in Helovia. Aghast, offended, and hurt, the Benevolent fought bravely for the position she had held for many seasons. Severely disadvantaged by the power of the Leader with her blue dragon, Paladin used every ounce of his fighting experience and physical poweress against his opponent. Neither of the pair walked away unscathed. Paladin was scarred from the fires of Lazulli, while Gossamer's heart was scarred with the burns of betrayal. Ousted from her thrown and replaced with the warrior she had trusted, Gossamer fled Helovia, disappearing for many months. Holding true to his promise to Mirage, Paladin's first act as leader was to march the warriors of the Windtossed Foothills into war.

BETRAYAL of the MOON
"The world still burned, and somewhere, a giant golden dragon slammed his bronze-marked friend into the ground." - Mauja the Frostheart
The day was deceptively quiet in the World's Edge. The mists had returned and flowed through the trees, the light shining through the canopies in speckled rays. All was peaceful. The forest had no way of knowing the traumas that awaited it, nor did the inhabitants within. The Qian moved swiftly through the trees, forming a line that was supported aerially by the pegasus of the Throat. Foot soldiers following behind their newly appointed leader Paladin stood ready for the battle as well. Mirage called out toward the center of the land, her voice booming in challenge, requesting that her brethren be allowed a home within the forest or that Mauja the Frostheart and any who followed him would be left to fend for their homes. The advice almost thoughtlessly given by the God of the Moon had come to life. The shadow mare of the Qian had chosen the life of a herd for her followers, even if she had to go against her peaceable nature. The Ice King had been betrayed by the God he had once thought suitable as Queen here, and found followers of the lavender deity trying to rip his home away from him.
The Frostheart answered the challenge of the mare bravely, confident in the abilities of his kin to defend the land they had called home for many months. The unicorns of the World's Edge spilled into the area, and chaos soon ensued. Ferocity ripped through the ranks of both sides, the Qian hungry for a home to call their own, while the Edge fought to maintain their hold in the forest, to keep their heart in place. The horned children of the World's Edge found themselves facing formidable opponents, leaving them disadvantaged. The Qian and their allies fought with dragons, spewing fire in the land already scarred by the fearsome element. Not just the companions, but two of the Qian appeared to be firebreathers themselves! Mirage revealed her form as a golden dragon, while Vikram the dragon hybrid also tried to engulfed the Frostheart in flames. The Ice King avoided much of the flames, but the illusionary fire created by Aaron was not so easily escaped. Fire was not the only contender, as many of those allied with the Qian would swoop from the skies, making retaliations for the unicorns difficult at best.
One of the World's Edge warriors, Lucius, was resourceful enough to knock a winged fellow from a tree, leading to the ultimate demise of the blue bird known as Jaydan, killed by Deimos, setting the first casualty of the battle on the side of the Qian Alliance. Amidst the fire, explosions, bloodshed and clamor, the loyal dog of Mauja the Frostheart met his untimely end as well, however. Monster, the black shaded unicorn suited more for a canine than his equine figure, fell in the loam and ash, not to rise from that black tinted body again. The battle was long, violent, and devastating for both sides. When the smoke had begun to lift away, however, it was the ragtag band of the Qian and their allies who remained on the field, tired and worn, but victorious. Mirage the DragonHeart rose her crown for the first time that day, but not without regret.

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YEAR TWO

In progress.