Edited by horsecrazychicklovingkid - 10/13/11 at 9:32am
An old man stood beside a beautiful sorrel filly. Her spirit was fiery, like her blood-red body. Her eyes were soft and white. She would be the one, the one to find the new Mist.
Qa! he shouted to her.
Go, my Dionmp! he shouted.
She reared and pawed the air, snorting.
Hekitizm, you must go and find her for us, or we shall be no more without the one. He whispered.
She turned to face him and thrust her nose into his hands.
I know, you wish not to enter into the anmik he said.
But you must go to save our people he told her.
She snorted and broke into a gallop into the trees. The old man stared after her for a long time, until she could be seen and heard no more. He sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. She must not fail. If she did, the city and the people entrusted to his care would be lost. He wrapped a thick wool cloak around his shoulders and began his slow ascent. Eyes filled with hope, he disappeared into a bank of mist.