Version Five : Plot

Six months ago, a large hurricane hit. It came in from the sea, up the beach, and into the deep valley. Those that lived there fled out of the walls that surrounded the valley if they wanted to live. The high ridgeline stopped the hurricane from reaching out of the valley, but in doing this caused it to wreck complete havoc inside it. Everything was destroyed beyond recognition and everyone left behind was killed.

Those six months have passed now. The grass is beginning to grow again and the earthquakes have stopped... for now. Slowly, the surviving residents of the valley are returning. Equine are coming back, searching for their herd members and trying to reclaim lands. Canines follow them; After all, where the pray goes they will always follow.

The Legends have settled in and made themselves at home. Equines are beginning to come familiar with them and learn of their ability to answer ones prays, they are looked up to more than just Legends, more like gods. Different equine are leaning more towards one legend, being faithful to them, fulfilling their wishes to gain their own power, shunning the ways of other Legends. For some it becomes like worship, almost a religion. As great equine pass and more Legends appear more different ways of living and who to follow come.

Some will only mix with those who shear their same beliefs, whole herds devoting their time to praying to one legend. The power is going to their heads, those of the worshipers thinking their Legend is the better one. Legends themselves thinking they are better than others. Others are trying to hide from it, undecided and afraid of following just one horse.

Some of the Legends become cocky; they believe they are better than the others. The amount of worshipers one has starts to mean something as they try and be better than one another. Some want to lie low and others want to crush all that stand in their way and become the most powerful beings in the valley.

The valley is dividing as groups of equine become more aggravated against others and it’s not just because of their choice in Legend. The disease is mutating, it has become stronger, taking a hold of ones that were once immune to it and it is starting to kill faster. Slowly it started turning up in this form and the need to stay pure became grater in those that were lucky to still be uninfected. To stay pure, to stay alive the urgency to make it to higher ground and distance one’s self from the diseased became stronger. Some take the disease in their stride not letting it get to them and others think it is not fair that they rot to death while some hideaway fully intact.

The equine have taken their eye off of the real danger, one that could kill them faster than any disease and could be more cunning than any manipulating Legend. They have forgotten their original enemy the canines. They are grouping together, becoming strong, populating the valley once more and they don't like that they are driven off of good hunting grounds by equine who think they are better. They are the predators, they should be the rulers of the valley. While the equines bicker amongst themselves they grow stronger, they plot.

Forming strong packs and their own living Legends they strive to take what they see as rightfully theirs from the silly equine.

An uprising is coming...

But from what direction?