I drew my picture...wasnt able to color it and started my story... I have just been so consumed with school and my mom. :/
If I had another day I could probly get it out there...but times up

You know, I've gotten into the habit of typing everything in Notepad, partly so I'm not typing in a comment box on PI and lose it, and partly so I don't get any of that pesky formatting if I copy/paste, so I had no idea how long mine was...Seren wrote:Ours ended up being about 12 pages in Word. XD And over half of that was written between yesterday evening and this morning.
There are Songs for those that fly, for those that are different, for those that are odd. This particular story though, is about a Song that defied the weather, themselves and life for all Samanyrs thereafter. This, is a story of how the Mystics came to be.
Everything began in the desert, where so little and so much life is held. This particular song was rather small, just one stallion and two mares that all loved each other dearly. They were well used to the weather in their climate, but that didn't stop the land from drying on them. Their regular water source was drying up, so they decided to take what water they could and travel for a new one. The ones they knew of nearby were either seasonal, or regularly visited by another Song.
So they went further than they had ever gone before. They endured the bitter cold nights, the only time it was safe for them to travel. All they came across were dried husks of grass, cracked land and bitter sand storms.
Even though they took care with their water from the beginning, they steadily began to run out. They soon began to venture earlier in the night, when the sun hadn't quite slipped past the horizon until it reached around to first touch the sands.
They were able to barely survive, drinking blood whenever they could find and catch a lizard or two. Their strength however, was beginning to drain and soon they were travelling until almost noon in their desperation to find water. They learned to fear sleep, that the night would take them to never return to their vast land.
Still they continued, never stopping to think they might die, that they would wither and dry in their own home. Soon however, they began to fight over the water. Not to take it for themselves, but to give it to their other beloveds. Only some few drops remained, and they were almost at their end.
None wished to be alone, and they still continued, dragging on the hopes that the horizon would hold their salvation.
It did, but never did they imagine that it would come in the form it had. Even after, they would wonder if it had all been a mirage, and the Mystic had always been there.
A Sharian appeared in front of them, in the vast waste that still laid before them. None of them could believe it, or even quite understand what he was saying. All they did, all they could do was look at each other and they offered him the few remaining drops they had brought with them.
He seemed surprised, and rumbled something again. The lead stallion only shook his head, still not coherent enough to be able to make out the words and only pushed the water closer. What the Sharian did with it though, surprised - and saved them all. He let the water drop onto the sands, letting the little sand clouds show before he almost whispered something. The sands began to shift and some little droplets gathered, to be engulfed by the raging sand that was starting to form.
The Song knew they wouldn't be able to survive a storm at this point in their travels, so they only stood firm and watched. The Sharian was in the middle of it all, and he spun a shape from the water droplets, gathering in the sand as the shape began to shrink and solidify. Before them stood a new female, with long strands to mark the long journey they had all travelled. She only smiled at them all, and walked forward with a little prance, her feet pounding into the sand.
The pounding however, began to draw some water around her feet. Not much, only a puddle when she had reached them and stood aside for them to drink. When they had all had their water, they looked up to thank the Sharian for the gift he had given them all, only to see the quiet day of the desert.
They returned to the shade and resumed their travels by night, at the Mystic's insistance. She led them from small areas of water, seeming almost confused and annoyed at herself when she did. The mares took to her and consoled her as best as they could. With her help, they soon found an oasis, their new home.
There were no words for them to express their thanks and gratitude to the ones that saved them. The Mystic herself was said to wander from Desert Song to Desert Song, helping them move on to new water sources when most needed.
But who knows if it's all true. After all, it is just a story.