X. Plot

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Hundreds upon thousands of years ago, there was a race called 'human'. They ruled the planet and did what they desired with the planet, going as far as to enslave and tame the wild beasts that roamed the forests and plains. They were bright creatures, but they rarely used their intelligence in ways that would truly aid them. In the end, it was their downfall. The collective history of the equine race didn't record what happened, but they do know what the end result was. Humans died, and they didn't stop, for a long, long, long time. Earth, was no more. Not in the sense that it was gone, but those who viewed it, did not recognize the human name. The name of this little blue planet, went back to the name it was born with, Aloria.

Back before, before the death of humans, before their rise as well, there were those that created the world. The four elements, from which life is spawned and continued. Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. These great elements, for years guarded the little planet, encouraging it to grow, only for their prize to be snatched from their grips by the thing known as free will. For years, the great elements were forced to watch their work be abused and used for purposes that were petty to their eyes. Bide their time, they did, and when the humans finally lost their hold on the world, the four elements returned, slowly rebuilding their home. However, the fools that still inhabited it, the different species had the same short-sightedness. However, mortals could hardly be blamed for such things.

It was decided, when the equines went to war with one another, that they should step in, to fix things as they should be. The four gods assumed a form of equines, and set about trying to right the world. The alliances, foolishness, were split apart. Kings and queens were thrown from their pedestals into the mud, and nobodies taken from the ground and put upon the throne. Within the equine race, something was quickened. The inherited ability to command the elements. Foals were born with these abilities, to the shock and disgust of the others. The royals themselves were gifted with elemental abilities, regardless of alliances, and the Gods stayed upon the planet, to see the world through this time of confusion and brightening.

Now, the gods walk among the mortal, and the alliances have been fractured. The world has been forced onto a new path, and it all depends on the equines of Aloria, as to just what will happen.