Another bedime story
„Come, children! It’s time to go see grandma!“ A woman shouted loud so all the children could hear. As she said, they did. In a while, everyone was present in grandma‘s house, ready for another tale.
„Tonight I will tell you a tale of another horse, his mane was the color of clouds and he was strong, so strong he could move an entire mountain if he desired, and so his name was Honey the Strong. He came all the way from the Zaros Oasis in search of his cousin, Oread the Mirthful(Pony #452) …“
It was a lovely day, the sun was shining, no clouds to be seen. Maybe just a little too hot. That’s why he decided to stay in the forest shade for a while. His hooves were clopping on the main road, then he stepped on the grass carpet and sat in the shade that was provided by the trees around. If he is not mistaken, he should be somewhere around Kobold’s Crossroad. He traveled from the Zaros Oasis in the south through the Sand and, later, BattleMage Mountains all the way here in search of his lost cousin. Last time he saw him was when they parted ways on the edge of Vampyre Mist. From there they went on their own paths. Now he is here, feeling like he searched the whole world.
Just as he was about to stand up and continue on his way, he heard muffled cries of pain. After listening in a little bit longer to locate the sounds, it seemed to come from the middle of the forest. Normally, he would just turn around and leave because exploring anything wasn’t worth the danger of it. Especially if he was on a mission of sorts. But this time he felt he was very close to finding his cousin. He sensed him a few days ago already and so the decision was made.
Walking through the forest, getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, he hoped his senses were actually right and that they wouldn't lead him to his doom. Even if he was strong, he was still vulnerable. Passing through a small clearing in the forest, the sounds seemed to come from the right and as he headed there, he could see a big tree fallen over. From under it came the cries. As he got closer to the tree, he found the source of the panic - a person stuck under the giant tree, visibly tired of crying for help and trying to get out of there at the same time.
„Are you okay?“ He asked.
„Do I look like I’m okay?!“ The person responded in pain.
„Let me handle this, don’t worry,“ he said, moving towards the tree trunk, getting ready to kick it off the man. With one powerful kick of his hind legs the tree snapped in half and exploded to the sides.
He asks the man: „Can you walk? How did this even happen?“ „I think my leg is broken…“ the man answers, trying to sit up. „I don’t even know what happened to be honest.“
Suddenly they both hear sticks break in the forest behind them. Both frightened, looking around only to see a horse emerge from behind the trees.
„Cousin.. ?“ „Oread!“ They exclaim at the same time, one with disbelief, one with relief.
„Thank god you are here, I need help with my leg,“ the man told Oread.
„Well, this is awkward,“ Oread said, laughing awkwardly, looking from the man to the horse standing next to him, „long time no see, Honey.“
„And that's how Pony #149 finally found his cousin, Oread the Mirthful(Pony #452). After they helped the man, they spent a long time together, chatting, catching up with each other. It’s been a long time after all. Honey stayed with Oread and the man in the village, until the man couldn’t move anymore. And even after that. They kept the little girl he left behind company,“ grandma finishes the story. „Until she became of old age and even then they still remained in the village. And if you look around today, perhaps you will find them somewhere, lingering around the village. Nobody knows what binds them there, maybe it is some deal they made with the man, maybe they just like it here. We will probably never know.“
After everybody left grandma’s house, she went outside, looking around for the horses. Her horses. And really, they were there, coming to her, definitely to talk about something they heard somewhere. Or about her father. They tell the best stories about that man that one of them saved and the other was saved by.
Tale by: Tins
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