Post by Ebon Roses Staff on Feb 26, 2007 21:00:25 GMT
Ebon Roses
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Intermediate to Advanced Wild Equine Site
The story of Ebon Rose is an old one that is said to have stood through the test of time. It is an ancient tale, very few still live who know exactly what happened the day that the once whole and calm terra of Ebon Rose, become divided...
The valley was known as a safe place for all; free of all differences and rivalries. Everything was peaceful and calm. Three leaders watched over their herd, Silvia, a grey filly, the sister and youngest of the three siblings looked over the northern herd. Shetan, an ebony titan was the second youngest and ruled the southern herds. And then Shalom, the blood bay and eldest of the three ruled over the eastern herds. The western lands were free to all who wished to venture outside their herds. Life was peaceful and calm for Silvia and Shalom but Shetan was different. The titan was restless, for his dreams at night seemed to be telling him to garner power to himself to lead alone, and to spread his influence and darkness over all. He was troubled greatly by these dreams, and often found himself slipping into darkness, only to pull himself out at the last second. When he sought his brother and sister for answers, they said it was merely a dream and that it meant nothing. But the devil works in strange ways, he crept into Shetan’s mind and soon the brute became cold and his heart hardened to stone. Where was once goodness, all that remained was the devil, a deceiver and a killer. And Silvia and Shalom did nothing, for they did not know of their brother’s new found lust for power and control.
And so, evil began to spread its secrets throughout the canyon. Consuming any soul that dared to test it out. Silvia and Shalom became very troubled by this for they were losing herd members to this ‘disease’. Shalom finally called his siblings to the river hub, the main river split into two tributaries each going in a different direction. When the three were gathered at the water's edge wading in its cool water. When they asked Shetan if he knew anything about this knew epidemic that was spreading; the possessed brother replied that he was the very thing that started it. He then went on to tell them of his plans as his brother and sister could only stand and stare dumbfounded at the truth that had been beneath their noses the entire time. The rivalry began then as Shalom stood up against his brother refusing to take on this bloodlust and careless disregard for utterly everything but that which was to his own gain. Silvia shook her fine cranium when her brothers asked her to choose a side. How could she choose between them? They were her brothers; flesh of her flesh and blood of her blood. She would have no part of their feud. Shetan was disgusted with how his brother could not see how wonderful this new found power was. Without warning he attacked his brother.
The fight lasted a day, both brothers striking hard blows. Silvia tried and pleaded for them to separate. Suddenly a hoof struck her head, knocking her to the ground dead. Her innocent blood poured into the river, turning the river that lead to the soon to be neutral terra, red. Shalom and Shetan stood there for a moment to see their sister take her last breath before attacking each other again. Finally, they both reared up and a strong wind, some say Silvia’s ghost, pushed them apart and caused them to fall on their backs upon the jagged rocks to their deaths. The three siblings now lay dead; each in on a seperate part of the land divided by the river. Their blood mingled with the water that supplied their lands. The power that had once been so strong was now divided as tempers flared and revenge was sworn by many as sides were taken. The peace that made the land so beautiful and wonderful just vanished in an instant of confusion.
An odd thing happened then. The famed black roses of the canyon sucked up the bloody waters of the former herd leaders. The original color had been black; a color that showed all colors coming together and in harmony. However they began to change; the roses of Silvia’s terra turned white for innocence, for Silvia had been an innocent and pure soul when she was killed. Shalom’s roses turned blue, for his blood had not been red when it had spilled out, it had been a light blue; not a pure color, but that of valour. And then, Shetan’s roses turned a deep crimson hue, the color of blood lust and evil. So the herd divided into Dark, Neutral and Light. The roses set them apart, and remain those colors to this day. And so now you have arrived, and the only problem, is well, you. What rose shall decide your fate? Best decide soon, for the war cannot wait forever…
Whats your Rose?
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