Far away, on an unmarked island, lives a small patch of horses. But, these horses are different. They are far more superior to any common horse they've ever come in contact with. They have far more strength, more knowladge. They call themselves the elders. But, average horses slowly began showing up on their turf, more and more appearing as the days wore on. With time, the elders were pushed from their homes, banished by the newcommers. Five hundred years later, there are only a few left, cast in the shadows of their once perfect paradise, which now belonged to the Vertiue[what the normal horses were called]. Some of the elders duiscised themselves as Vertiues, while others remained silent, hidden away in a small patch of land. The elders were only a legend amung the Vertiues now. Only a few of the older horses believed the tales, claiming to have seen them. But the legends were far off. They spoke of the elders being a hostile species, having ten foot wings, two curled, sharp horns, coats stained with blood. But, they looked exactly like a normal horse. Everything was so peaceful for those five hundred years. Until recently.
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