...like precious pearls doth his coat gleam and doth his mind wander into places far and unknown, where the jagged peaks lift the sun into the forbidding sky and the clear waters paint reflections of stone...

The black stallion sees the road is clear and trots on lightly, his small black hooves barely touching the ground. The misty air of morning fills his heart with new streangth. He scatters dew drops into rainbow shatters of glass. He breaks into a canter as he reaches a well-worn trail, and thenleaps a creek, his black body glimmering with youth and health. He reaches his place in the meadow and all the mares and foals and other stallions look up from their grazing. He shakes his small but magnificent and intelligent head and thunders a call over the terrain like a bolt af thunder.

"My friends and followers! The dark are stronger with each day. Their loss of the Stone Valley lands has only made them have more vengence here. I have promised upon my sire's death to protect the Light, and so I shall. I am Blue Moon."

A murmur goes through the horses. You emerge from the crowd, looking up at him in wonder. He looks down upon you with recognization.

"My friend, you are welcome here to stay as long as you wish"




Welcome to the Land of the Light