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[Jason]

Jason had a lot on his mind. It wasn’t unusual for the blue stallion to be sifting through files of thoughts. He managed to sort through most of his responsibilities and place them in neatly filed cabinets, but his feelings were another challenge. Thankfully his intentions had not been questioned nor had he been placed in a decisive spot. Jason strolled through the tall trees of the Gates. He wove his thick, muscular body through the hanging vines and large trunks. Every few steps required him to lift his hooves higher to avoid roots springing from the soil. He exhaled heavy breaths with little thought of where he was headed or whom he expected to see. The night that the good fairy had come Jason felt his magic return to him with full force. In the days that followed he grew stronger and more protective of his homeland. There was no telling what else had changed. Jason placed an invisible barrier along the border of the kingdom. He did not intend to keep anyone out, but rather be aware of when someone came in. The border had not been tested so when a small alert sprang until his mind Jason was caught off-guard. He stumbled over a root that stuck a mere inch out of the ground. His hoof caught the culprit with just enough leverage to send the stallion tripping forward. He regained his fumbling legs before he focused on the intrusive thought. A location and face materialized, and Jason turned from his current course and sought out the new horse. The image his mind had created did not do the mare justice. She was a striking silver black with specks of dirt, muck, and blood sprinkled throughout. ”Hello” Jason clearly spoke when he emerged from the thick line of trees. ”Are you alright?” He motioned his nose toward the lines of blood ”Are you hurt? My name is Jason.” jason magical son of eol and ashling