I own nothing but the plot & Two.
This is the first chapter where the story actually starts to pick up a bit, so just bear with me! A lot of my stories are like this.
I borrowed a phase from the summary of FantasyWorld, because I thought that they'd fit into this story. So don't sue me on that one either!
Last thing: I just realized that this is un-betaed, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
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Confrontation
The mare awoke to the sound of nothing, and exited the cave. Her legs were stiff and she felt the urge to run to the highest point in her territory, the cliffs that bordered another horse's territory.
Her long rugged legs carried her to the top of the cliff in swift graceful movements.
She took a long look at her territory, and decided that this may be her permanent home.
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This was a corner of Spirit's territory that was not frequently inhabited by his band, so he took a very good look around. Looking to the right, he spotted a lone, white mare standing perfectly still atop this cliff.
"What do you see?" Rain asked him.
"There's a mare up there, maybe I can convince her to join the band." Spirit replied.
Getting up the cliff on Spirit's side was substantially harder, and the mare heard him, but paid no attention to him.
"Hello," Spirit introduced himself "I'm Spirit, who are you?"
"Fate has dealt me many names; you will address me by the name of Two." She answered in a very deadpan voice.
Spirit was a bit shocked at Two's response, but that feeling passed quickly. All he had to do now was shrug off the feeling that he had seen this mare before.
Two sensed his hesitation when he had received her response.
"Not many stallions understand me. No, strike that last statement, not many horses can understand me" She thought.
There was an awkward silence between the two before Spirit spoke again.
"You are welcome to join my band."
"Currently," Two said "I have everything, yet nothing. If I joined you, I would lose my everything and be left with my nothing. The proverbial scales would tip, and I would lose the level of harmony I have established in my life. There are forces that are not meant to be tampered with, and we both walk a fine line between two different forces. You threaten to corrupt my balance and me, I have corrupted some, and I may corrupt others, but for now, I must try to walk as close to the path fate has placed me upon."
This was not the first time Two had preached this lesson to a stallion, but this time she had said it very differently than the others. She had spoken the whole truth, as always, but this time she concealed her past wrong-doings as she had no intention of hinting to Spirit who she truly was, or the fact that the cogs and gears were rotating madly as her head produced the plot for revenge that had been nagging at the back of her head since she was about nine months old. A plot whose production had been whipped into high gear ever since she witnessed Spirit as he went about his daily business at a pond in his territory, approximately one month before.