The tale of a lost stallion
In the lost herd of Geraptiku, it is tradition that the eldest colt of the leading stallion take over the herd in a fight when they come of age. I was one of those eldest. The fight with my father is not part of my story though. I did not feel any affection to my father whatsoever. Winning was easy, and the herd was mine. I protected the herd with my life, often rescueing the colts from the tomb's traps. My life was wonderful. We lived in the forest surrounding Geraptiku, but sometimes journied into the lost city. We only did this in times of danger though. This is my story. One day we heard the noise of hoof beats. A galloped up to the highest point in Geraptiku, and saw several unis galloping towards us, riding them were a mix of acaras, wockies, and I think there was one krawk. I galloped to the herd and led them to the city in a rush. We would hide anywhere we could. Once I thought the herd was safe, I galloped up to meet the intruders. I managed to scare a few away, but did not notice some others galloping in the other direction. Once I thought that I had defeated them, I went back to the herd. I could not find them though, they weren't in the tomb, or the huts. They weren't anywhere. I lifted my nose to the wind, and smelled uni, but not the herd. This scent was from the intruders. I knew what had happened. My herd was gone. They left behind no trace, I knew not where to go. I reared, piercing the sky. I was the only member of the lost herd left. Since then I was given the nickname the 'Lost Geraptiku Stallion'. I was a legend, but I am real. If I was a legend I wouldn't be here now, would I? So now you know my story. Since then I found Kekipi and we have explored Geraptiku and the other worlds together.
