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Post by Ember on Sept 3, 2011 21:37:08 GMT -8
Mother always said "My son, do the noble thing. You have to finish what you started, no matter what.
Sit, watch, and learn."
Every fairy-tale story beings with once upon a time and his was no different. Once upon a time, a blood bay prince was born to a doting queen and gentle king. Once upon a time, he was being groomed to become heir to the throne, and to continue leading his kingdom to a state of glory. Suddenly, it was all ripped away from him, almost like a flash of lightening. Just like that, he was exiled away, never to return to what once was. The cold of winter matched the cold in his heart, and the sorrow and gloom he felt at the death of his old life. Still, he held his head high, and carried onwards. Onwards, he went, towards the dawn of a new era, and here, here he found his second chance. Sometimes life gave second chances. The new dawn always brought a new way to make something right. Not every mistake in life was able to be corrected, but it was often difficult to tell which ones could and which ones could not be.
The blood bay stallion stood, staring up at the mountain before him. It was like a beacon, a call from a long lost lover, his second chance. He was about to make his momma and daddy proud. His emerald eyes gazed towards the sun peering at the top, almost as though giving him a gold treasure to touch. Unfortunately, it was far too high for him to climb, and he knew it, but he walked. His destination was clear. The snow crunched beneath his feet, and a breeze blew his fur with it's cold caress, but he did not stop. His determined breaths coming out in a light stream of clouds, disappearing as soon as it had appeared. His heart was guiding him, and now he only had to listen. Axel was going to make his mother and father proud. He could almost feel the spirit of his father, cheering him on, guiding him, and telling him this was his destiny.
Finally, he stood upon the base of the mountain, again staring up towards the very peak that was coated in snow. With a heave of his body, the blood bay stallion began his ascent towards the heavens. He struggled to carry his body upwards, and upwards, and upwards. Rocks crumbled beneath his hardened hooves, but he continued onwards. This was a test. He had to prove himself to be worthy of this land. He was not weak, a leader was not meant to be weak. His ears swiveled all about, but mostly kept tilted forward. Axel reached a cliff and stopped, his head lowering and the icy air beginning to hurt his throat. The streams were coming out a little heavier, but again evaporating as soon as they flowed out. This was it. This was as far as he could go.
Everything was riding up to this point. He had made it this far up the mountain. He would go even further in the future. This mountain was a test. Only the most hardy and strong of stallions could conquer it. While he had not conquered it, and probably never truly will, to get this far was a feat. He wanted to let the world know, to shout it out to every forest and vale that existed. His forest colored eyes stared up towards the vast, blue heavens above him. Axel became giddy with the excitement. He could no longer hold it in. This mountain was to belong to him. It was time to reestablish a throne for himself, and make his mother and father proud. In his mind, they were still king and queen, and always will be.
Axel was no longer able to hold it in. His heart was racing as he lifted up on his hind legs. His hooves lashed out into the air, as though trying to chase away invisible phantoms and shadows that threatened this land. The blood bay stallion released a trumpet. Let the heavens and the earth know that this was going to be his. In the name of the beta, in the name of the king, in the name of the gods, this belonged to him and though there were no witnesses, his proclamation should be enough. His hooves landed upon the ground with a light thump as he stood to the cliff, over-looking the land. The sun peered out from behind a cloud, it's vail of light spreading across the land as though a curtain was opening. Axel lifted his head tall, looking out as far as he could see at the many different lands that lay before him.
It was no matter. He was home now. This what is, and will always be. A new age was dawning, and with it a glorious one, as far as he was concerned. This herd would rise as high as this very peak was reaching for the heavens. This was all or nothing. It was his last chance. He prayed his father's spirit would guide him in the right direction, and give him the courage to fight off anyone daring to challenge him. The future's gates opened up, and were shining brightly, beckoning him onward, and thus, he obeyed. Though he stood there on the cliff, he was walking toward his future, and it was beautiful.
"It is not how long you live
but what your morals say."
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