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Disclaimer-This story is NOT true, some things ARE facts, but I do NOT own the country of Ethiopia, or any other place in the world.

Long ago in a poor land called Ethiopia, african workers only used farms to get their money. Most of the land was desert and had no way of irrigation or access to water. People there were satisfied with their land though, none being rich either. They cherished their friendships and danced by fires. Schools took forever to get to, so many did not have the time or money for a good education. Rich people from different countrys helped out, preachers and ministers came to give the word of their religion, trying to help out. Nurses, doctors and other medical industries would always come down and feed the homeless, give free medical exams and cure sickness. But, not all was bad for them. The only reason they stayed alive was becuase of each other. Neighbors, friends and family sticked togather through thick and thin.

After the years passed by, a new desease passed through the country, West Nile Virus. No one could survive for this desease had no cure yet. The population whipped out slowly as the people were diagnosed. After almost all of their population died out, Ethiopia became the least populated country in the entire world. While people bgena to recover as the virus came to and end, another problem swept throughout the country. The drought was enormous, whipping out the rest of the population becuase of no food or water. Africa was now begining to rot away, but mostly this country of Ethiopia. The country now became too horrible to live in, less then 100 survivors moving out. After 150, wars passed over and the world pretty much lost all technology gained, starting from cratch with no map and no cars or highways. The natural disasters had kept the entire world from going on, pushing them back to their normal state.

Now, after many years of inhabitents, the country has evolved into even better place then before. Grass is growing were desert once was, some old stone and mud temples, sanctuaries and buildings still stand, faded. Some buildings only being a foundation. Nothin but a few birds lived in the area. Insects began coming back and people weren't even in Africa anymore. Ethiopia was begining to become a wild life reserve. Then came a band of six horses who had escaped the grasp of their old trainer as their old stable burst into smoke. The lead of this band was Meeka. Meeka was great horse, standing at the height of 18.3hh and being that of Shire blood. He pulled carriages all his life until escaping. The other equines were of different breeds, their names, Iyasu, Juma, Nefertiti, Efia and Feimata.

eepEach of the horses had only one desendent from a different horse who had also traveled into the land. They were the founders though, Meeka being the greatest. Each generation of horse, a bit of their blood flowed through a little more. Now, after years and years of desendents, only one has ever and will ever posses the blood of all six of the founders. He is the only one with their blood. Both his sire and dam died amoungst the great African plains, dieing of a wild fire that spread over the entire plains. The deep bay stallions's name, Haiti. He was considered king, but he didn't care either way. He owned the lands, but has given it off to others for them to claim and have their own herds. He owned one land that no one thought would be any others until he died.

eepAfter years of ruling, having many offspring and all was well with Haiti and Ethiopia, or so was thought. A new stallion, Remorse, came into the picture. Remorse had been thought of as just another dark stallion. After only a few days in the lands, he bent the rules, challenging Haiti for Ethiopia. Haiti refused the fight and still ruled. Remorse grew angry, begining to kill off every single one of Haiti's offspring, one by one. When Remorse had killed them all, Haiti accepted, the only thing feuling him was rage. Remorse declared it be a battle to the death. A brutal battle it was. Haiti and Remorse were both of the same strength, knowledge and knew all the same battle tactics. Once more, Remorse bent the rules though, attacking Haiti's skull. With a heavy blow, Remorse cracked Haiti forehead. Only minutes passed and Haiti's rein had ended. Remorse then killed off everything that still livedin Ethiopia, giving the lands a new begining. NOw you come in, will you make a difference?

.Enter. .The. .Realm.

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