No One Left To Blame

Summer was starting to fade, with the days becoming shorter and the air becoming cooler, it would once again start a very long and challenging season for the mare. Though she had come to make new friends in this land, she would still lack the comfort having a full herd gave. The added protection, the safety in numbers, and the company of various personalities living harmoniously together, were all aspects of her past life she missed greatly. Not to mention the comfort her beloved grove would give, with small but plentiful trees to weave through and discourage predators, and the various fruits and nuts that could be found throughout the forest. It was a perfect heaven for her species, one of a kind in a world full of torment. It had not struck the woman, not fully, just how great her past life was, and what a complete screw up she was. Kamilah had once been a queen, a lead mare, with friends and extensive family to support her reign. But she had thrown all of that away, and for what purpose? To better the genes in the pool? To protect the future generations?

There was no protection for them now.

Outcast and discouraged, the mare had traveled to the lands of Boreas in hopes of joining another herd, and climbing the ranks once more. But there were no herds to be found, and now the mare had to seek out the remaining horses spread to the far corners of the land, and pray she can weave them together. This was her cause for straying from the Dance Floor of the Gods, a grazers safe haven, and to a thunderous waterfall just north east of her familiar land. Even from a great distance the waterfall could be heard, and the towering mountain could be seen from even farther. It was unlike any other mountain she had visited before, in the sense that even though life grew around the pool at the very bottom, very little was able to scale up the rocks. Instead, the mountain appeared stone cold, but a fierce appointment for even the most talented climber. The mare made her way towards the pool, weaving around the frost bitten vegetation, and keeping her ears perked for any signs of danger lurking nearby.