Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2012 20:29:40 GMT -5
T H E S T O R Y
When the land was young and innocent, there was peace among the siblings. Love, joy, and laughter ran amok and the shining delight of his soul was something to be favored by the older twins. He was the very epitome of what the land was, and everywhere he visited flourished under his hoof prints. With his influence, there were no dry spots; deserts did not exist. Suffering had no meaning, fear was something that had no basis in reality, and the disasters of the natural world were distant dreams of another world. As the horses which made up the blessed creation of the Three, he became celebrated as The One Who Blessed and the two who nurtured him, who raised him and taught him, were forgotten and lost in ever after love the mortal horses held for him.
Still young himself, untried and innocent just like the land they birthed, he took the worship and the love in careful stride. Cradling them with such overwhelming care, it was no wonder they loved him so. The love which he held for them grew, and he knew nothing better than to give them more than they ever asked for. Blessed, he was, but so were they upon his watch and with him there was no greed, no pain, no fear, and certainly no evil.
It was upon the day of his annual celebration, off the coast of the largest continent, that all he knew would change. All they knew would change, for that matter. For the first time in his very young existence, he would experience what pain and fear would bring. Greed, such an ugly word for such an ugly emotion, one which completely consumes much like it’s sister emotion of jealousy. Never having known any of these negative things, it was an overwhelming experience which quickly brought him to his knees.
Betrayed.
As innocent and loving as he was, he was also very naïve and neither saw nor heard the jealousy that struck his older siblings. They watched as the brother they had raised and nurtured with such care grew into his own, beheld the creatures they formed after themselves, nurtured the land that - while not their idea to create - was still theirs. It was not supposed to happen the way it did, or will, or had but the one certain thing of all was that he had gotten all with barely a thought and they had been left as nothing.
Zariya was the first to grow hatred for him, and not just for him but for he blessed. She coveted all he had, wanting his followers, the love they held for him; everything that made up his existence, she wanted. It wasn’t a plan she had given much thought too, and not until she decided something had to be done did she decide on a plan at all. Khaldun, closer to his twin than his younger brother, saw no reason to curb her jealousy. After all, among the siblings it was well known that she had always been easily envious of anything she did not have. But then… it wasn’t just that, now was it? Why would he curb her jealousy when he so resented how loved his younger brother was among the herds?
It was a thought, a distant idea that had no desire of being fanned into a raging fire, until Khaldun took up mantle next to his sister. Not for planning, no, but Zariya certainly was one for handing out the consequences. Khaldun had always been the planner, the one with the great design in mind, and so she approached him cautiously, but with every intention of having him agree. It never crossed Khaldun’s mind to refuse, nor why he was not as loved as his younger brother. After all, who would love a mischief maker? One for brought disaster reining down upon them for no reason at all except for his own amusement?
The Twins may not have been loved, or worshipped like their younger sibling, but they were still thought of and known. Still, none ever imagined the betrayal that they would hand out. Their little brother was loved dearly by them still, even with the anger, resentment, and jealousy built within their souls and so instead of destroying him, as Khaldun still adored everything his little brother was, they did something worse.
So it was upon the clear, soothing evening of his yearly celebration with the herds across the land, the one time a year he walks among them so closely, that the Twin implemented their plan. Without so much as a word to him, disaster sprung up around the gathering by Khaldun’s will, splitting the area into four isles out into the sea. It was by Zariya’s will, that their younger brother was stolen from the celebration, and thought by his followers that he had abandoned them to this isolation.
By the Twin’s will, Aristo was banished into the nether and forgotten in the sands of time for abandoning his loved ones. After all, what horse would want to remember the name of the one who abandoned them to a changing world?
It's been hundreds of years, what shall happen now? Only the prophet's could possibly know, but they aren't saying.
When the land was young and innocent, there was peace among the siblings. Love, joy, and laughter ran amok and the shining delight of his soul was something to be favored by the older twins. He was the very epitome of what the land was, and everywhere he visited flourished under his hoof prints. With his influence, there were no dry spots; deserts did not exist. Suffering had no meaning, fear was something that had no basis in reality, and the disasters of the natural world were distant dreams of another world. As the horses which made up the blessed creation of the Three, he became celebrated as The One Who Blessed and the two who nurtured him, who raised him and taught him, were forgotten and lost in ever after love the mortal horses held for him.
Still young himself, untried and innocent just like the land they birthed, he took the worship and the love in careful stride. Cradling them with such overwhelming care, it was no wonder they loved him so. The love which he held for them grew, and he knew nothing better than to give them more than they ever asked for. Blessed, he was, but so were they upon his watch and with him there was no greed, no pain, no fear, and certainly no evil.
It was upon the day of his annual celebration, off the coast of the largest continent, that all he knew would change. All they knew would change, for that matter. For the first time in his very young existence, he would experience what pain and fear would bring. Greed, such an ugly word for such an ugly emotion, one which completely consumes much like it’s sister emotion of jealousy. Never having known any of these negative things, it was an overwhelming experience which quickly brought him to his knees.
Betrayed.
As innocent and loving as he was, he was also very naïve and neither saw nor heard the jealousy that struck his older siblings. They watched as the brother they had raised and nurtured with such care grew into his own, beheld the creatures they formed after themselves, nurtured the land that - while not their idea to create - was still theirs. It was not supposed to happen the way it did, or will, or had but the one certain thing of all was that he had gotten all with barely a thought and they had been left as nothing.
Zariya was the first to grow hatred for him, and not just for him but for he blessed. She coveted all he had, wanting his followers, the love they held for him; everything that made up his existence, she wanted. It wasn’t a plan she had given much thought too, and not until she decided something had to be done did she decide on a plan at all. Khaldun, closer to his twin than his younger brother, saw no reason to curb her jealousy. After all, among the siblings it was well known that she had always been easily envious of anything she did not have. But then… it wasn’t just that, now was it? Why would he curb her jealousy when he so resented how loved his younger brother was among the herds?
It was a thought, a distant idea that had no desire of being fanned into a raging fire, until Khaldun took up mantle next to his sister. Not for planning, no, but Zariya certainly was one for handing out the consequences. Khaldun had always been the planner, the one with the great design in mind, and so she approached him cautiously, but with every intention of having him agree. It never crossed Khaldun’s mind to refuse, nor why he was not as loved as his younger brother. After all, who would love a mischief maker? One for brought disaster reining down upon them for no reason at all except for his own amusement?
The Twins may not have been loved, or worshipped like their younger sibling, but they were still thought of and known. Still, none ever imagined the betrayal that they would hand out. Their little brother was loved dearly by them still, even with the anger, resentment, and jealousy built within their souls and so instead of destroying him, as Khaldun still adored everything his little brother was, they did something worse.
So it was upon the clear, soothing evening of his yearly celebration with the herds across the land, the one time a year he walks among them so closely, that the Twin implemented their plan. Without so much as a word to him, disaster sprung up around the gathering by Khaldun’s will, splitting the area into four isles out into the sea. It was by Zariya’s will, that their younger brother was stolen from the celebration, and thought by his followers that he had abandoned them to this isolation.
By the Twin’s will, Aristo was banished into the nether and forgotten in the sands of time for abandoning his loved ones. After all, what horse would want to remember the name of the one who abandoned them to a changing world?
It's been hundreds of years, what shall happen now? Only the prophet's could possibly know, but they aren't saying.
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