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Date Posted: 13:28:57 09/02/02 Mon
Author: Spirit
Subject: Spirit's Lair

Legend Of Spirit's Lair

Long ago when the gods and goddess till roamed the earth a horse of moonlight white was born. He had beauty enough to make any creature stop to admire, pure powerful forelimbs, he was lanky rather than stout, with chaste exterior like no other, but his soul was those of the tainted, demon-like, corrupted spirits. As he grew older the strength manifested itself within this colt becoming more powerful and even more potent. Yet with this power his spirit rose and if it was possible it grew even more corrupted. As the pages turned in this chapter of this story the colt who was dubbed �Spirit� grew older and older. As he became the age of two Spirit was the strongest of the herd, taunting as each of his antagonist fell. The herd loathed him and not even his own mother accepted him though he did not care for he was the one who held power he was the adjudicator of life and death.

One-day he and an alabaster stallion were lock in the battle. Locked in this deadly dance, as all the veins seemed to pop in the perspiration that each appeared to radiate out of each form. For hours �pon hours they fought until this ebony steed brought Spirit against edge of a precipice.
�I command you to stop your foolish antics and become a member of this herd, or I shall execute you now.� the stallion ordered the pure hued.
� Never for I will kill them all. I will kill you.� Spirit cried out slightly quivering. The power that flowed through his veins burned like cold fire. Then out of the clear crisp blue sky a lightning bolt struck at the black stallion. Spirit gasped in amazement of what he just done and kneeled at the edge then jumped. The wind whipped and swirled through his mane as he fell his eyes wide with fear and hate at what he had done. He hit the bottom with a crack he laid there half dead, he gasped with sobbing breaths waiting for his last breath. His eyes clouded red as he closed them and everything went black.

He awoke in a strange place he stood up creating a pain stabbing in his sides. He looked around he was alone in this dark forest it was strange yet beautiful the darkness loomed around it. He walked around never knowing where he was. Staggering into a deserted cave he fell asleep yet again for the wounds to heal. When his ebony optics opened the icy cold blast blown through his shatter spirit. The fall had somewhat balanced his soul now both good and evil. The fire flowed through his veins. Screaming in agony Spirit laid down gasping as his body torn into pieces. His body broke into to leaving he as his birth name, a Spirit. These two bodies took different names, the light became Sirra and shadow dubbed Draken dwell and they still forever fight. Spirit was there to govern them in the constant fight never dieing like his bodies living for eternity. He soon discovered that he could not leave this cave. He of course a spirit that could not leave the place that he died and been reborn.

Years past as the undiscovered topography became populated, Spirit was there always to help and aid the weary and quell the constants squalls of Sirra and Draken and greet the new inhabitants of Spirit�s Lair.

Enter Spirit�s Lair
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