Post by rio on Mar 1, 2006 10:49:48 GMT -5
Only A True Leader Could Find These Lands
The black stallion walked around the snowy peaks examaning(sp?) every trail. The silence was peaceful, It seemed there was no life in the snowy peaks. But maybe there was life on the other side of these snow covered mountains. Maybe another 'quine around the secret lands of Cembean. 'Was there even a land where Cambean was said to be? Or was it all folktales? Was he searching for nothing? Was it a waste of time? Could this journey be for nothing?' But he was convinced there was a land of Cembean. This stag doesnt fall for stories, maybe he did as a young colt, but as the years went by he got braver and eventually gave up on stories. Since he was getting older his mother told him to care for himself. His own mother told him to venture away from the heard. Her words ran through his heard once again, just the thought of her sickened him. How cruel had she been? But he guess it had worked out for the best. Or els he wouldnt be here, On this journey for an new life.
Was this a dream? Or had he actually just found the lands of Cembean? He walked into the lands of Cembean, Unaware of the awkward(sp?) foilage. He thought 'this could make a good home.' He was sure no other stag would come and bother his heard once he had gotten one. His standards werent high for a new home. These lands met his approval, but he decided to take a closer look into the lands befor he gave his final approval.
He walked around the perimeter of the lands. He didnt see a source of water. So he then looked again. Maybe he had overlooked one by accident. Several minutes later he had found one. He lowered his crown and let his kissers gently sip teh cool aqua. This clenched his thirst greatly. He then rested his body. I wish to claim these lands for my own, treat them fairly and have a heard of my own to occupie them. He hoped the lords would accept him as the new leader of Cembean.
Only A True Leader Could Find This Land
