( HISTORY )

[( DOLLIE )]

It started as most stories start; nothing. A land cultivated over time, flourished, grew. This land was untarnished by the hand of man - in fact, humanity was never heard of. The world was spared the tyranny and devastation of the human race and instead, given a gift entirely different: hundreds of thousands of years of peace.

These years carried with them promise. Animals, which had evolved long before man reigned supreme. The natural order of things kept the natural checks and balances together and the world continued on happily. Years passed, creatures evolved. The first random mutations showed up in the year that man would have classified as 1300. Horses, the kings of the world, began to change drastically. Each generation produced insane, absurd results - foals were born with bony appendages, open sores in their shoulders, eyes that weren't quite right. Once the first mutations appeared, the dormant genes which had slept in quiet in all of the equine populace began to appear. Eventually the spurs on the foreheads of foals developed into long, sharp weapons - horns. The open sores along the backs of the children blistered and grew red and puffy, swollen. They grew quickly and painfully generations, until a tiny, perfect foal was born with the wings of a falcon.

As the decades passed, these mutated horses proved far superior to their primitive ancestors, and the equine became extinct and its successors grew to fame. They split into their own species: the Unicorn, or the horned one. Any equine born with a horn upon its body, whether it be between its eyes or along its back, was considered a unicorn; and the Pegasus, or the winged ones, who were born with the gift of the clouds and the skies. They grew apart and their mutations flourished, growing stronger, so that the horns became sufficient weapons and the wings could support the weight of a lofty equine. The species flourished, and with that, came the hybrid Unipeg, which had qualities of both its forefathers.

And yet, from the midst and the fog of the evolutions, came the Chimera. A rare and confusing creature, whose mutations where ghastly and outlandish. They often had several heads, most of which did not look equine at all. These creatures were shunned widely by their cousins.

Despite this, Alalume grew far and wide. Alliances split off, horses grew together against the nomadic chimeras.

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Paradise, as it is, is crumbling.

With the threat of war looming on the air, Alalume is struggling to establish itself. Alliances, which were mere ideas of unity, are coming together and choosing leaders. Morals and ideals are clashing, and the first great war of the land is just a hair's breadth away.

And when it all comes down to it, where do your loyalties really lie?