CANYS
The four year old Stallion walked through the tall grass of the field wondering why he had ever left such a beautiful place. Beqanna was his home, whether he liked it or not. Even after years of travel Canys had not forgotten the reason he left. With this thought resting in the back of his mind, Canys continued moving through the grass until he eventually found a spot to rest underneath the blue skies. As he slowly closed his eyes, he asked himself if there was any chance for a new life in this world. The cool winds of the spring season washed gently over his scarred and mangled body. Long and deep cuts, since healed over, were scattered all over his flanks and face. His past had definitely left its mark, but with pain comes strength. That was the phrase he had heard so many times before, and it was that training which allowed him to survive for this long. Canys was more than willing to leave his past behind him, but he knew that was a fool’s dream. Bloody was his past and so shall be his future.
With pain comes Strength