The wonders of spring have welcomed themselves.
The snow is starting to melt, and rain is here and there, melting it even faster. Even the plants have started to bud.
The horses are starting to foal, so many times there are young horses running around somewhere.
THE FOUR southern equines: the resistance weakland equines: the captives northern equines: tartarus's legions haven of hesperides: the secret keepers
In a land forever torn over rumours of an object of ancient power, a new terror is rising. Tartarus, once a mastermind in his prime, is now but a madman in a cave, his status as kingpin of the North upheld only by the strength of those still loyal to him. Neither is Theseus, the southern general, what a hero ought to be---too set in his ways to do any more than cling to the status quo until it kills him. It's the perfect stalemate to cripple all the lands of Imbros should a new crisis come to town.
So, naturally, things got worse.
A fell wind is stalking the land, creeping up on the inhabitants of Imbros like frost. An illness has seized this realm in its grasp, just as dangerous to the strongest Northerner as to the frail captives. No one knows how it spreads; no one is safe. Few survive. Many eschew contact completely, for fear of catching it from one another. Goodwill is in short supply with paranoia on high.
With this new threat to survival, what will become of the last equines of Imbros? And will The Secret be able to save them?