The path you set foot on it worn, yet forbidding. You, of course, are alone. A fork in the path is suddenly before you, which way is right?.
You hear the plodding of hoofbeats, from each of the paths. What if they kill you? You shudder at the thought. Noticing the hoofbeats have stopped, you look up and see two stallions and a mare, two from the paths and one from the forest weeds and trees that surround the path.
"Hello. I am Ivy... Queen of the Ember Fields Harem... You are welcome to join one of the many separate herds in that area... We are kind, and enjoy newcomers. We of course, will be the victors in the upcoming war..." a small ebony mare says to you, stepping from the path to the right. From the left path, a black stallion snorts. He steps into the light, and you can see many scars covering his body. Cold black eyes look you over.
"I am Celtic... King of the Evergreen Fields... You may join us, but do not expect kindness. We are a group of different herds, and cruel. Oh, by the way, Ivy, I believe we will be the victors..." the friesian turns, leaving Ivy and yourself.
Oh... Well. I'll be returning. Join us if you wish." Ivy, too, turns and leaves you. It is now down to you, and the last stallion.
"Oh, uh, hi there. Me? Oh, I'm.... Does it really matter? Oh, bother. I'm Serpant... King of the Mischief Wood... I rule over the bandits... Basicly. We're tired of fighting, and we create chaos between the goods and bads... You can join us, you know. See you later!" Serpant turns, vanishing in the greenery with other horses.
Your paths have been given, what will happen now?
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