

In a world, not so very far from our own, there is a land where horses thrive. Yes, there are conflicts, and, yes, there are deaths, but the main job is to thrive, and to survive. There are 3 herds to be aware of, they call themselves "The Three Clans". We have Dawnclan, Moonclan, and Auraclan. But, little do the three clans know, there is a small herd, much smaller than them, so small, they aren't even heard of by the three. This invisible clan is called Fantasyclan. Dawnclan and Moonclan want to form together and become one, so that they can rule the land, Auraclan doesn't want that to happen, and the only way they can do that is to find the mystical Fantasyclan, form together, and stop the land from becoming chaos and destruction. It's up to you to decide which clan YOU will be in, and it is you who will help change the fate of all of them...
The enormous red and black beauty of the sky,
Always been free to fly.
But since all the little creatures-
With their bows and arrows-
Inhabited the lands,
Freedom is no longer grace.
In disbelief that I am the only one of my kind,
Always hiding behind the great green vines,
Trying to pretend everything is fine.
A lonely mystical creature,
A pure, fierce beauty of the empty blue sky.
All alone in a big black hole of despair,
Weeping over the devastation.
The once beautiful, once peaceful land,
Is now an unsafe land of ruins.
Flying with nothing but peace in my mind,
Over the misty mountains,
And the colourful fields full of flowers.
Hearing the screams of the little creatures.
Then, suddenly a sharp silver arrow through the head,
Dropping involuntarily to the ground,
Like an unwanted piece of meat,
Not being able to fend off all the beating and bashing.
My soul starts slowly drifting to a more peaceful place,
Where my mystical family gracefully fly free,
A place with limitless strawberries and daisies.
Listening to the, now faint, malicious laughter of those cruel little creatures,
A painful, yet calming breeze blows over my lifeless body.
Finally free to fly in the wondrous, crystal blue sky.
Now I'm not the lonely red and black creature of the empty sky.






























