The Plot

[Elise]

It started years ago. . .

A mare wondered through the lands, calling out to the sky. ‘He has come!’ she cried, blood smeared over her body. ‘He will claim all!’ Those words were the last that left her lips as she died before the golden king. Shock colored his face, for he did not know what she was talking about and he would never get the chance to ask her, or so he thought. She visited him within his dreams, telling him of a dark ghost that would come from the land of shadow to take over all that he knew, all that he loved. The island was not safe from this stallion. The only way to stop him was the Blood Red Son. The gold king shoved it off as being nothing but just nothing was something it was most definitely not. Soon, horses started to go missing and when they followed the trail, they found that these horses had been taken into the shadow lands. A horrible sight met those horses and only one lone soul made it back to tell the Arrowhead King of what he saw...

Still the King did nothing, instead choosing to ignore the things that were happening right before his very eyes. His young son did not take kindly to all of this. If anything, he wanted it to stop and so, he begged his father to take action. His begging went ignored even as the number of missing horses grew. The young son, Jasha, would not stand for this and went off on his own to try and find out just what this threat was. He didn't get far though. As he was climbing down the mountain, two horses approached him, telling him that he could either die or come with them. Jasha saw no hope but still he attempted to turn and run away. There was no escape! Or so he thought...

There was no warning when all of the sudden the Golden King burst over the slope of the trail and came charging towards them. He forced Jasha to run back towards safety. The young prince heeded his father's words and took off, running hard towards home. For days after that incident, he searched the lands frantically for his father. Soon it became apparent that his father had died battling those two rouges. With a sinking heart and a mindset of bestowing pace to his homeland, Jasha took over as King of the Arrowhead Island. Little did he know that his challenge would only become more treacherous by the day.

Present Day. . .

Jasha fights to save those who have been taken. He is the child of the golden king and he searches for the Blood Red Son, not sure of how to find him or how he can save the herds of the Arrowhead Island. A young pony by the name of Loki told Jasha of a gray stallion that waited for them and how he smirked at them in such a way that scared them into trying to flee home. The stallion alone had taken them on in battle and left only Loki alive to tell Jasha, ‘I have arrived. I am Quester and I will take your life.’ Jasha’s heart raced with the news. A raging storm flooded the island that night as the young King found himself wandering the eerie forest with the notion of death on his brain. Each step seemed to grow more difficult as his massive hooves sunk into the muddy surface of the earth. The rain drops pounded down upon his pelt with a ferocious sting. The King had almost given up hope for his homeland until a distant nicker caught his attention. Blindly he followed the echoing sound. His keen senses lead him to a glorious waterfall. The pure innocence and beauty of this place was flabbergasting. 'Come to me, my boy' Jasha nearly jumped out of his skin, startled by the alluring yet taunting voice.

Without even thinking about it, his feet led him to a cave behind the waterfall. Jasha gazed around in astonishment at the haven that he hadn't even known had existed here. Instead the cave was silence. The booming thunder, pouring rain, whistling wind, it all seemed to vanish as he entered this massive hidden cave. Eyes opened wide in bewilderment. The cave was lined with gems of all shapes and sizes, different colors from ruby to emerald. They all glittered with glorious wonderment. Standing next to a giant, dark stallion who stood completely silent, was an elderly albino mare of Arabian heritage. Jasha bowed his head in respect to the elder, noticing instantly the blindness that conquered her. She introduced herself as the prophet Artio. The King was speechless.

'Lest you seek the Blood Red Son, through your land, evil will run.'

A colt, the son of an ancient and powerful stallion, but where would he find this colt? She could not tell him that much and so, the story begins. . .