Once long ago the land was at peace. The vile things that happen these days would have seen foreign and unlikely to them. They would have laughed and said "that could never happen." Well it did. Like i said the land was at peace until one day a foal named fiery was born. Yes, he was born a leader, he was born cruel and michevous. As he grew older he ganged together masses of followers from all the lands, he encouraged his ways to them. Taught them his cruelty and they all followed even named themselves the Fierys. The other horses were tired of the trouble they were causing. Forcebreeding, killing, fighting, and stealing lands. They started to rebel. They formed clans to fight back, they soon called themselves the independents. The land was bloodshed dangerous. You could hardly go anywhere without being questioned and asked what side you were on. Some horses got tired of taking sides they would say they were an independent when faced with a independent and a fiery when faced with a fiery. These horses soon became the Neutrals. But back to the story, as the war went on the fierys were noticably taking a swift victory. The independents grew weary and decided to back down and take a piece of land to themselves. They promised to leave the Fierys be, Some fierys were not satisfied though while the independents were retreating from the land they captured many and torchured them and broke them down. These horses soon became known as the Ransoms. The land seemed calm after the storm, well sort of. The Fierys were still up to no good, but their actions were usually ignored as the fear of another possible war. Everything resided to how it is today. Only one question now, What side will you be?