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Date Posted: 16:04:07 01/19/02 Sat
Author: Heart of Stone
Subject: .:The Fate Of The World Rests With Him:.

When the stars have aligned,
And evil is at its height,
Beware ye of good,
For this is when darkness shall strike.
And through this act of darkness,
One shall come,
Forged in flames,
Raised in hate,
Forever balanced between Good and Evil.
Guard him well,
For his ultimate decision,
Could end the world.
And should he fall
Before the darkness is vanquished,
Before his choice is made,
Then shall all erupt in chaos.
-- Alusian Prophecy

.:The sun begins to descend in the sky...slowly plunging the world into darkness. From the lengthening shadows emerges a young stallion...pelt of chestnut hue shining with last rays of the sun...tresses writhing like flames 'bout regal dial. Oculars search the lands about him...perhaps he can finally rest...forget his tumultuous past...and what lays ahead of him...what rests on his shoulders. The fate of the world...given to he...a stallion barely 14.2hh. So small in stature but in heart...in heart there is none bigger than he. For six long...hard years the small stallion has bared the weight of his fate and destiny alone...but now maybe he can share it...and rest. Live a normal life...chestnut pate is shaken quickly...such thoughts are ludicrous. No stallion let alone mare would help him...all had used him..deceived him...for nothing but their own selfish purposes. And why? Because he held the balance of the world within him...should he fail in the final battle all would end in chaos. Once again a violent toss is given to clear already clouded mind of thoughts. Self-pity and brooding would accomplish nothing. For now he would remain here...in the crossroads between the realms of light and dark...the place in which he felt most comfortable...neither all good nor all evil. Retreating to the lengthy shadows he fell into a restless slumber...plagued with nightmares and horrid images of what would come to pass should he fail. .:

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