The Plot.

[Kenren]

Long ago, as far back as any of the legends in Valsaine go, there was a race of equines known only as The Old Ones. There are frightening tales of the kind of power they possessed; raising mountains from flat earth, turning water to sand... well, you know the type. The Old Ones molded Valsaine to their liking, and the land prospered. All was well.

However, as time went on, and generations past, the power of The Old Ones began to weaken, bred out of the offspring for reasons unknown. No one knows exactly when the split happened, but eventually the race of legend disappeared, evolving instead into three different species, each able to hold only shadows of the power of Old.

The children of the Northern Mountains - the Dreika.
The children of the Southern Desert - the Veili.
The children of the Eastern Forest - the Zexis.

For centuries these species left each other alone, living their lives in the seclusion of their lands. They interacted very little, and were happy that way. In the last century, everything changed. Key members of each herd grew ambitious; those of the desert dreamed of snow, those of snow, the towering trees of the forest. The Dreika were the first to overstep their bounds; they invaded the Eastern Forest with a large force. From there, all hell broke loose. The Great War, as it came to be known, took thousands of lives. The fighting lasted for fifty long years. It was no longer about gaining land; it was about avenging those who had been killed.

The end came twenty-five years ago, in our parents' generation. The grandson of that first Dreika, the one who had called for battle, begged peace with the other herds. His name was Aphystri. No one was really in any place to resist; all were weary of the killing and death. An agreement was reached. The equines returned to their lands.

That should have been the end of it. Back to isolation forever. However, it is a new era. Parents told their children stories of faraway places, the lands of the other species that were so much different than their own. And those children, that's our generation, got the spirit of adventure in them. No longer are we simply satisfied with solitude. Maybe... maybe we can even make amends with the other species, who we have hated for so long. I lost a grandfather, an aunt - but everyone lost someone in the Great War. We are not so different.

So what will you choose? Will you make peace, or harbor your ill feelings and fight? Ultimately, the choice is yours.

We are all blind to the destiny that awaits us.