Finding Of The Villages

[[Demmy;]]

[Part. 1 Finding Everlasting Earth]

All I could think to myself was how beautiful everything was. Silence surrounding my heaving body for miles. I took so much time to look at every single thing around me. I was as if I found a new world, far away from fear and other crazed predators. The wind smelt of fresh pine and damp dirt - the sweetness stung my nostrils. Each leaf on every tree hung in perfection, dancing to the winds swaying rhythms. The heat from the sun warming my bones along from the beauty of this fantasy I had found. Salt... I could smell the sea! An ocean…a beach? There was too much for me to still explore here for me to move onto other territories. There was so much on my mind, so much ground beneath my hooves... What would I do? I had forgotten all about leaving my herd, running away from all of my problems there, with them. Also running away from all those who I love, and those who love me. As I stood in deep though I suddenly heard something behind me, I could feel it's hot breath sinking into my rump. Shivers ran down my spine just as fast as I was thinking about running when I looked back to see a blood thirsty coyote and three members of it's herd. I kicked as hard as I ever could, my muscles stretching just far enough to pound the beast in the face, distracting the rest of its herd as I ran for my life.

[Part. 2 Finding Raging Waters]

Running, running - water! I could smell the salt, a stronger scent. I didn't even bother looking behind me to see if the coyotes were there, I was concentrated on one thing - and that was running. I ran as far as I could when I began to slow down, my body drenched in a clear sheet of sweat. I didn't even notice the beautiful ravines and swooping birds until I lifted my tired head. Trees hung down in drooping forms, providing shade and a cool breeze. Fruits and such long blades of clean grass swayed as my eyes moved along with every movement in sight. The water against my lips felt so refreshing, a sudden urge of power filled my body as I drank and drank. Once my stomach was full, and I was no longer alarmed or fearful of my surroundings, I then began to lie down for a small nap beneath the cooling and soothing shades of the willows and oaks around me.

[Part. 3 Finding Fierce Fire]

The following morning, I lay awake - the peaceful sun slowly awakening with me. I swear I could have seen its smile, welcoming me into a new day. I was ready for a new adventure today, no matter what awaited me - I felt a new power in me, which I had never felt before. Taking my time, I slowly and calmly left the beautiful waters that soon led me to heat, to a thick layer of stone and rock beneath my tender hooves. I was too excited to turn back, the rocky terrain would not keep me back from the adventures I was soon to experience. The new scents were different, stronger, and more distinct. Fire, lava, burning and stone all filled my cleared nostrils. The heat surrounded me, such a different temperature from the watering holes and ravines. There weren’t much of a breeze, and so many large rocks and boulders from as far as I could see. I soon came across the largest mountain of rock I’d ever seen, what large mounds of smoke rising from its peak. The smoke around me burned my eyes, so I began to walk around the large rock, avoiding the larger mounds of rock that I could not climb. I soon came to the top, not knowing how to get back down, but enjoying such beautiful colors while I was at the top, at the peak. Excitement rushed through me as the bubbling red and oranges burst into life while the liquids glistening off of the rocks. What a strange place I had found, what a new world I had to explore!

[Part. 4 Finding Anonymous Air]

A few years went by as I lived the free life in my new world I had found and created meeting some new horses on the way. Settling in the most peaceful area around where it neither got too chilly or too humid for me, I became pregnant with two small stallions named Zohar and Dallas. Zohar was the exact replica of myself, an astonishing black midnight coat with a star neatly placed on his forehead - just how perfect he was. Dallas was a mixture of myself and his father - Jaden having a sleek gray coat, and mine being black - Dallas first came out black, but turned a lighter flea-bitten gray with his aging. As time grew on and the stallions grew, their father Jaden was sent away from our villages with a few other lead stallions, and sadly - none of them ever returned. Still having hope, I raised my two young on my own with some help from the other mares in our village, living just as though Jaden never left.

[Part. 5 Life Moving On]

In the village of Air, Dallas and Zohar grew large and wise with their mother's great teaching, living free and young lives. The family and those close to them remained in the village of Air until the two stallions grew old enough to fend for themselves and begin living their lives their mother did for them. Clayalitay soon left her two stallions, finding her new path to Heaven. That day, the soothing air of the village grew cold, and small droplets of solid balls fell from the sky, as if to remind Dallas and Zohar that she would be awaiting them in Heaven. The two stallions would live on as though there mother was beside them every step of the way, especially knowing that she was watching from above, and spreading all of the love and care she always felt for the two onto their world of Clayalitay.