Thunder rumbled loudly in the distance though no rain accompanied it. An eerie silence lurked about the small island as the sun beat down upon it. Some strange weather had erupted here and Larum was none the wiser as to what would happen. He’d watched the heavens for many days only to find that no rain was coming. The only source of water was from one small pool in the centre of the island beneath the shade of a jade canvas or from the salty water in the ocean. Even the sea level was decreasing. Each week it was possible for him to move out deeper into the water for long periods of time. Not that far away he knew there was another island. One that was full of equine life but it had been impossible to reach. The water at the centre in between each island had been far too deep that many had used it as a way of committing suicide. That’s how he’d ended up on his own on the island. But now, now that the sea level was rising it would only be a matter of time before he could reach the island or the inhabitants of the larger island could reach him.

Precisely two weeks since that moment and the sand between each island had dropped too about a foot at low tide. Larum though, was still worried about venturing across. With fears of falling to the depths. Fears too great for him to conquer, and once more he retreated into the shadows of the canvas of trees.

Vendetta had watched a lone stallion wandering the island far off of Pereal Realm. He fancied claiming the plot of island for his land. The land belonging to the Dark Royals. With a sly grin upon his face he headed out into the depths. Water splashing up over his charcoal pelt causing the water to mix with the sweat beads that had already been present there. Orbs watched as the lone stallion retreated into the foliage present on the island. Deciding this was indeed his one chance he picked up into a charging gallop. The water at the centre was no deeper than around two feet. No problem for him.

Upon reaching the sand of the lone island, orbs searched for the stallion. He couldn’t see him in sight so Vendetta instead sent a challenge to the heavens. Come forth bastard. Your reign here is over. I give you a challenge with the land at stake.

Upon hearing the call Larum entered the sunlight once more. You can take the bloody land. I’m crossing. He wasn’t going to stay here in the presence of a dark bastard was he? He was sure that he would be beaten in a battle anyway. And he would be grateful just to have the company of a light or neutral.

So basically the start of the Pereal Realm was a severe drought that carved the two islands together. Many other islands began to emerge from under the sea as the drought continued. Yes the land got bigger but the amount of equines decreased. Many perished from dehydrations, the rest mainly from fights or being disloyal or just those that can’t handle being slaves.