A long time back, over a century ago, there was a land where all lived peacefully together. They say that the land was protected by the light of the moon.

One day, as the horses were all grazing and talking peacefully, an arguement broke out. The stallions were discussing where to travel to next for the best food and protection, as winter was approaching. Each had a different opinion, and this led to a fight.

Eventually, the horses broke up into three groups. The light group was a band of equines who believed in peace and friendship, and that goodness was the strongest power in the universe. The dark equines were evil and cruel, and they did not live for anything except blood and power. From birth, they were trained to be evil and ruthless. The nuetrals wanted the fight to stop, and tried to stay out of it as much as possible.

The battle has been going on for years, yet unlike so many other lands, this one is still united. The horses who fight today do not know what it is about, but they do not care for reasoning. This war is in their blood and training, and they'll fight to the end.

Ghost horses roam the lands today, watching and whispering stories into the ears of the sleeping about their time at war.

Will anybody unlock the keys of the past and stop the fighting? Or is this land doomed to be a place of hate and bloodshed forever, never to be reunited with the light of the moon, which has now turned it's back on them in disappointment...?