History Of Calindar

Those who gathered around the large rock that many had come to call the 'Rock of Light'. It was given its name due to that when the moons are high and shine their silver light down the rock lights up like a great silver lantern. Those gathered around were mares and stallions of young and old, foals of all ages stood and laid at their parents feet. Everyone's eyes laid upon the old greying bay. He was aged, years beyond all that were there.

He was know as the Old Kishn't. He was the oldest living equine among the Wind Runners and Ocean Dwellers alike. Kishn't was a frail old horse, during the cold season others had to huddle around him to keep him warm. He blinked his eyes gently, looking at all the others, watching them silently for a moment and then softly his deep frail voice spoke up, lifting to the ears of those who looked upon him and waited for him to begin.

"I have been asked to tell the story of our history. A story that few remember, except for me." He took a deep breath and then began once more. "We are the equines of ancestors past. We look upon each other and see those that we love and care and for, but we also see our past in those around us. Many eons ago a great happening took place, and our ancestors took over the world, our world, Calindar. They created many tribes that roam our lands. Many seek the pure-bloods, but they have not been seen in many years. I believe it is due to so many of the breeds breeding together and creating those that you see before you. Alliances have been left to way side years ago, we do not claim any such things any longer, we live in equal harmony, as much as we can."He took a breath and then spoke once more. His voice lifted a bit, became a bit more fierce. "Now we are upon the edge. Our future laying before us and ready for our taking! What we do with this how we create our present and shape our future, is up to us!"