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Myth had been studiously enjoying the day, laying in the rare shade of the morning while going over a couple Myths he had recently stumbled upon when he saw a flash of green fall just a few yards from him. Being that he was in the South, he was compelled to see what was going on, and help if needed, so he got up and moved over to the figure, finding a rather pretty, but ragged female. He nudged her, not recognizing her but she smelled of the south, and perhaps a southern stallion, but there were other scents about her, so he figured she was probably from a smallish tribe.

He nudged her lightly, feeling that she was dry and probably dehydrated. "Get up. I'll take you to a little Oasis I know of around here. You need water." He said, his voice flat as he nudged her again, trying to get her to her hooves.

Myth tilted his head back at the female. She didn't know who she was or where she was? "Well.. I don't know your name, but I do know that you can't be far from home, judging from your scent. Unfortunately I don't know where that is so I guess you're gonna hve to stick with me for a bit. He answered, stopping in front of the pool. 'Drink up."

Myth tilted his head sympathetically at her, Unfortunately, it was a fact of life here in the South. Many succumbed to the sun's rays and fell asleep and became dehydrated which caused them to have amnesia for a short while, but they usually overcame if after a day or two. "Well... let's call you Rose for starters... and you better stick with me until you do remember.. I dont want you getting into trouble."

Myth nodded and lay down in the cool sand at the water's edge, his eyes closing to slits as he enjoyed the sensation. "I believe we shall stay here for a bit. I do not want you to pass out on me, and this is the closest water for miles." He said his face expressionless, save for the joy of being under the sun and in the water at the same time. His tail flicked back forth like a cat's, fanning his back and her at the same time, an unconscious effort to help keep her cool.

Myth's eyes were still closed as he enjoyed the sun, and he was silent for a moment, contemplating her words. Did she really want to know about him or was she just being nice? Either way, what would she say when she found out he was fable-head as the others called him.

"I am Myth." He said simply, for now.

Myth gave a slow nod at her question after he had a moment to process it. "Stories, Fables, Myths, Legends,... I know much." He said softly, opening his eyes to look at her curiously. "Would you like to hear the most recent one I have found?"

Myth closed his eyes and grinned. No one wanted to hear his stories.

"Once upon a time, when the Isle itself was alive and growing, there lived a young Stallion who was as careless as a spring storm. He was free as a bird and gallivanted about with no worries that plagued him, nor responsibilities to bear. He would spend his days as he liked, running, climbing, exploring, and doing things that young stallions are apt to do.

However, this stallion was foolish, for he made a terrible mistake one night. Disobeying what his mother taught him from a young age, he ventured out in the midst of a raging storm, gleeful and happy as could be. But it was all for naught, because in the middle of a wet and grassy field, he was struck by a blast of lightening which landed him on the forest floor where he fell into a deep, dark slumber.

It was in this sleep that the God's cursed the foolish stallion for hurting the trees and forest animals in the midst of his gallivanting, and caused him to see everything from the creation of the world to the end. This knowledge pained him so, and caused him to remain asleep for many many years.

When the foolish stallion finally awoke, he realized he was not alone and that something was different. When he stood, his antlers felt heavy and thick, and when he looked up...! He was attached to the tree! His antlers and the limbs of a tree that had grown while he was sleeping had merged, both in material, and in nerve systems. He could feel the heartbeat of the forest around him. He could feel what they felt, from their joy, to their sorrows, to their pain. His curse was completed.

When he tried to remember what had happened he found he couldn't remember anything past when he woke up and found that he was part of the tree. Not the visions that the gods sent him, nor his own birth, if he was even born, that is.

And that, is how the Foolish Stallion came to be, and also why you should respect all life, regardless of what kind it is. One thing many don't know, is that the Foolish Stallion became a God, and he now resides somewhere in this Isle, waiting to impart his wisdom."