To Chase the Wind 1
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Title: To Chase the Wind, Part One
Author: Alayla Moi N'Tan
Alayla points to a rocky formation resembling a horse in the distance saying, "Have you ever wondered how Equine Hill got its name? Or how it came to be?
"Have you ever sat on it's craggy surface and listened to the wind cry and moan through it's cracks and crevices?
"Well, gather round my friends, and let me tell you the story of "To Chase the Wind" as it was handed down to me."
Alayla looks thoughtfully at Equine Rock one more time, glowing red with the setting sun........
The last light of day shining through what appears to be an eye, giving the rock formation a semblance of life, before closing her eye's and speaking softly, begins to spin a tale of mystery, and romance. As with any story of legend or lore, this one too takes place a long time ago, back when the Gods visited our land a little more often, back when our innocence was still new......
Born in the spring to very proud parents, a little colt with long spindly legs stood for his first time. His parents, proud of what their love had brought forth into this world, knew right away that there was something special about their son.
His legs were long and strong, his mane flowing behind his back as if he were already "chasing the wind" which was the reference used to describe the fastest of the herd.
His eyes twinkled with intelligence, and his voice, though tiny, was filled with the wonder of the world around him, and his coat shown with the gold of the sun.
They named him "Windchaser" and raised him in the shadow of their love, nurturing him to manhood.
"Windchaser" found at an early age that he could indeed run with the best of the herd, and as he grew, all came to know and respect him. The filly's in the herd all sought to win his heart, but all Windchaser cared for was the feel of the wind in his mane, and the sound of his hooves flying over the surface of Britannia.
One day while resting under the shade of a tree, his sides heaving gently from the day's run, Windchaser, speaking out loud to himself, wondered on what it would be like to actually catch the wind.
"I can feel the wind touch me," thought Windchaser out loud, "why could I not one day touch her?"
Knowing the folly of his words, Windchaser laughed quietly to himself, "imagine me, daydreaming of elementals, what would any of them ever see in me?"
The wind, hearing Windchaser's words, was instantly attracted to the beautiful stallion who bore her name, and began to talk to him softly. Using the leaves of the tree beneath which he rested, Wind sang to him in melodic sounds, and Windchaser fell in love immediately.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Windchaser could be seen running across Britannia, his heart beating within his broad chest, his lungs heaving, trying desperately to keep up with the wind.
Occasionally wind would slow down to give Windchaser a gentle push from behind, or to brush his mane from his deep set eyes, touching him in the only way she could.
At night she would sing him to sleep, blowing through the tall grasses, rustling gently through the leaves of the trees, caressing him with warm southerly winds.
(continued)