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Name: Atlas
Gender: Stallion
Age: Two Summers
Description:Pale skewbald with blue eyes
Height: 14.2 hh
Breed: Fell x Arab
Alliance: Neutral



Bright are the stars that shine in somebody else's sky
Green is the grass that grows some place different
more possibilities, more than you offered me
more than I care to see from a distance

You hear the stories spoken by others, of unusual pasts. Deaths and war and solitude, and you feel sorry for them, they make your story seem worthless, pathetic, but however bad a story it makes, it is still your past, something that belongs to you, without it you would never be here. I think those who have realized this are those who refuse to tell their stories, they keep it to themselves because they know there will always be someone else’s to beat it, and ninety nine percent of the time, they will say it is too painful to remember, that is a lie. You will always remember…

I was certain that the truth would be
in a place that kept eluding me
but every stone turned and unturned again
would only serve to prove
that I never had to move to find you

felt the wind teasing at my mane and running it’s cold fingers through my thick pelt, I stood, braced against the cold, casting my gaze o’er the terrain, there was a ghostly sense of barrenness about Frithen’s Drift, the neutral land that had once been so full of life was almost empty; Aschen, the alpha, had left, searching for his loved one, and leaving no one in particular in charge. I was a yearling then, my features more adult-like then ever before, my parents would expect me to leave them soon, though I would not tell how strongly I wanted to stay. This was one of the few moments they were close, the dark, stocky form of my father shielding Kolsa from the wind, his frame following the position of her’s, almost cradling her feeble body.

But then the fire came, dark, hellish clouds rising from the northern forests, and we ran, united, fleeing our home and leaving it only to be destroyed by the golden creature. I don’t think she saw him, I turned and I looked back, and the dark silhouette of Calabur just stood there, I could feel his piercing gaze before he disappeared into the foliage, and I told her to run faster.

But my mother was weak, she was breathless and I knew she was hurting. She stumbled, making no attempt to rise, and she told me to run. That was when I left my parents, one year of age, in a land I did not know, I traveled for days, stopping by streams to graze or sheltering from the rain beneath an oak, I waited for Kolsa, waiting to see if she caught up, but she never came, and it was then when I met Roxanne…

And the mystery of Your love for me
Is not as hidden as it seemed to be
Should have known then when You said to me
"Seek and you will find"
It was right here all the time

She was a fell arab cross, like me; her thick pelt was black, strands strayed from the abundance of her mane when I met her, tinted auburn in the setting sun. I have never had so many mixed feelings about another than when I met my sister, her attitude, carefulness about the one she believed was her brother, yet the likeness of Kolsa, the tone of her voice, the words she used, nothing would ever be the same, for neither of us could be sure she was alive, but Roxanne was my family, my rock, someone to stay with in the last period of my childhood.

She lead me to her new herd, reunited with Aschen, the last alpha of Frithen’s Drift, and my father’s scent on the wind, in the distance, in the land of the darks.

I believe in the quest and the journey
I believe that the answers come in time
and where we begin is where we arrive

Things were too different, I would have rather lived a completely different life, in a herd full of horses I did not know than those I did that had changed. Calabur was proud of Roxy, even in his state, you could tell that, but he did not care about me, so I left them behind, explaining to my sister carefully, my words a knotted string of things that made sense in my mind but I could not explain.

There was only one other herd, with Lexus, she was my best friend, she understood, and she listened, and I tried to be there for her, but then news came of Dreaver, and they spoke of horses returning, so I left to return home, and it began: The regeneration of Dreaver.

And You will always be
The only love I'll ever know, home
And You have made for me
That only place I'll ever go…home

The rain fell against his two-toned pelt, individual liquid crystals rolling to nestle in his fur, the weight of the young stallion’s head bobbed enthusiastically as he stepped onto the land that was Frithen’s Drift, his hooves imprinting on the scorched ground, avoiding the pale green shoots that grew, oh-so-slowly, everything was different, but it was a new kind of different, he was home.

And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with You
And how You make me new
With every season’s change.

Calabur && image - Bav
Aschen - Dev
Roxanne, Kolsa, Atlas - Moi
Every Season, Home - Nicole Nordeman