
Username: PuppygirlWillow
Show Name: Of Dignity And Power
Barn Name: Oliver
Story: 
Oliver looked around the battlefield, downcast and exhausted, covered in mud, blood and dirt. The battle raged on in the distance, the hurricane of horror having already passed over Oliver and his comrades, clouds dark and looming above them. With a heavy heart, he realised that their herd was losing. They had come to the battle to defend their borders from the nomadic tribes that had banded together, attacking the edges of the herd and pillaging the outlying districts. The fight had been fierce, and the ferocity of their opponents outweighed the number of their own side. Many of his friends lay around him, never to rise again. 
It was in that lowest moment, that he looked down, and lying there, on the churned up ground was his best friend's battleaxe. His deep blue eyes flashed, and he felt the surge of strength and resolution that would lead to his finest moment. Picking up the weapon, giving a small salute of his head in respect, he gave a great roaring neigh to the sky, just as lightning flashed through the sky. 
And with that, he galloped headlong into the fray, running through the fallen around him, calling to each and every member of his herd to join him. Wounded horses dragged themselves to their feet, helping each other up and joining the charge of the handsome stallion. Those still fighting pulled off and regrouped behind him, their vigour and determination renewed. 
And that day, the battle was won. They lost many, but Oliver had taken his first step towards his destiny, and an additional honour. He was made a Commander of the standing army and was integral to the years of peace that followed. He had more than earned his crop.
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