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Serenity is such a cherished gift, often overlooked until the very core of one's world is forcefully ripped from one's grasp.
It had started quietly enough, a whisper amongst the lands; fueled by ones in tune or suspicious in nature to quietly obsess over the signs the land was presenting them. Sunny skies and warm kind weather was enough to cast a shroud of illusion over the contented eyes of the equine of the lands, carrying on with life as it had always been...and always would be. That was....until one day the earth shook with such force and vigour that it swayed the hooves of the proud beasts which inhabited the earth. It had come as quickly as it had left but the sensation had left a sunken feeling in the hearts of many.
Something was amiss.
Days passed, however, and as life is both mysterious and kind the inhabitants of the land dismissed it as but a freak chance of the force mother nature held. Life, once again, returned to normal. It wasn't until the elders came with a warning...the sea was rising. Once beautiful stretches of beach fronts were being eaten up slowly by the upcoming tides did worry began to spread like fire, once a picturesque image of serenity and wonder slowly began to change into a beacon of warning. Brooding storms over the vast blue horizon brought forth a fear only coupled with the second coming of the great quake, the land rumbling and tearing at the seams; leaving gaping cracks in the soil and pent up pressure and steam to erupt from those very crevices. Watching with dread in their hearts, the equine knew their home was breaking...and as they began to look to their loved ones for comfort, for answers only to find none. The elders of the land knew it was a time to act at the spirits warnings, it was a hard truth for many to swallow but the decision had been made in earnest to the wake of the oncoming storms.
It was time to leave their home.
It had turned into the great migration, the hooves of many as they passed through the lands many had been born into and lived their lives through generations passing as sorrowed eyes fought to intake all the memories they had of such a beautiful place. The echo of the herd was much like the thunder of the foreboding black clouds which swept across the great sea closer to the land, and as they neared the distant pass often shrouded by mist and mystery; there was a final look back to all the equine had known. The storm had made landfall as horrific winds and pelting rains drew across the their home...and the herd moved on, past the point of no return.
Day after day, the herd journeyed in search of their new home; past many a lands with both splendour and dangers. Although their hooves were tired, their spirits remained strong as the mass of equine moved across the outside world. It wasn't until one fateful night in the misty dark woods when the herd had encountered something they'd never seen before; a spirit walker. Not just any spiritwalker at that, but the great mother mare herself. Her* (Insert fancy name here) spiritual radiance was enough to stop them in their entirety; but it had not just been a chance meeting. The mare could feel the strife in their hearts, yearning for a place to call home – and had come to heed their silent calls. She spoke of a land beyond the mists, one which was not like the world they had come from, but held great promise and haven for the tired, weary souls. While traveling into the unknown was a great leap of faith, the herd knew that they had set off seeking sanctuary....and they'd have no better chance than this.
One by one they followed the mare into the abyss, down a path opening up only slightly that they had remained single file and close knit as to not get lost in the shroud. Time had stretched on forever, but it also seemed cut short in a strange mystical sense, before the fog had opened up not only to the intensity of the sun....but drawing forth to a land none had ever imagined before. It was like a whole new realm, and with the sounds of large leather wings in the distance; they knew they were not the only inhabitants of this new found land. As quickly as the mysterious mare had come to them and lead the entire mass of equine through the mists which closed up once the last had passed through, she was gone; leaving nothing more than a new found spark of hope in the hearts of the heard.
They had found a home.
They had found Sanctuary.
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