Chevalin Wanderlust

 

 

The Aphelion Blessing

 

Ancient, Proud, Powerful

 An ancient herd nestled in the hidden island known as the Crescent, Aphelion is a blessing that has lasted the ages. No one in particular knows where they come from, except perhaps the great compromiser himself... all have been on the mortal world almost to long to remember.

 

Note: This herd is NOT open to new members, unicorns must be a second or third character.

Herd History

Long, long ago when the world was still new, the unicorn race was born.  It was said in the medieval era that these creatures were something of magic - bound to nature and could heal anything. And in the modern Era it was told that unicorns were fickle, playful things.  Preachers claimed that Noah’s ark could not take them for this reason. But this is not the truth. Unicorns don’t drown. Rather, they loved the sea.

 

Unicorns were not from our land, no, and theories that state they were made on the plain earth soil is false. What I’m about to say now is fact, and I should know as a unicorn myself. Hmph… as I was saying. Unicorns love the sea, as they were born from it. There is another realm that exists in the fine line between the air and the ocean - a land we call Aphelion. This is the land the unicorns flourished in, a place they wished to die and for their children to be born and to give way to their own lives and continue the unicorn line. And for many centuries, thats how things were. The unicorns lived in their realm and they went through life peacefully. Unicorns however, were not all good hearted and there were some that craved power, at least this is how the story was told to me. I’ve learned that as pure as unicorns think they are - they’re good at twisting things. You might find yourself stories you know so well about this land… about this chevalin aren’t as true as you once believed. But my my! Look how distracted I’m getting. Now as I was saying, there were unicorns who wanted power and one of these unicorns - was a pure black unicorn named Baba Yaga. She had always been on the outskirts of the herd, and yet some thought she was royalty. As you’ll find out - unicorns with royal blood are born with two horns. And Baba Yaga was a unicorn with two horns when alas she was not in the royal circle. The truth in that, as I said, is still questioned till this day. Baba Yaga, decided that the crown did not belong to the current holder - a young and bold unicorn by the name of Valraldic.  Baba Yaga, the black unicorn had grown jealous of the young crown in her years. Some say it was because she longed for power, others because they were once friends, some even say that she was a banished lover. No matter the cause, Baba Yaga was ready to take over and the black mare released her power - a gift still unknown and unspoken of to this day. Within a night - half of the Aphelion herd was under her control. All that was left for the crown and the remaining unicorns was to flee. And so finally, the Aphelion herd came to Chevalin.

 

What they found was nothing like their home. The air choked them, and war surrounded them. They had fled one chaos, to another. And it is here that that chevalin’s recorded history begins. The Olde herd tells the unicorn’s entrance as nothing short of Godly. The unicorns were angels coming from heaven to save them. The Bachelors call it a fairytale, the exiles - well - who knows what they believe of the fables of the Unicorn kind. What I’d like to tell you is the truth… and while this history isn’t that of all the unicorns - you deserve something. The story I know best you see… is my own.

 

 

 

I was born with the name Vihn-Valeriana as niece to the king of unicorns. I had taken pride in that name.. and was born to a loving family, with a mother that could care for no one more than Me. I was supposed to grow up in the world of the unicorns - with my family leading my way to knowledge and happiness. But I have already told you of the fate of the unicorns. I was only a few years old when it happened. Baba Yaga took our world away from us, and sent us to the mortal world.  It was a day full of sadness, all of the proud and the steady held their heads low as they walked into the portal  - into the mortal world, and out of its sea. That day would be known as the day the great compromiser came to chevalin. I would become one of the first unicorns to grow up among mortals. And so I learned a different view of the world than my mother and father before me.  As far as I was concerned, Mortal horses were just another breed of unicorn. Yet, we always were taught to separate ourselves from the lower equine kind. I was told that we were better because of our horns, and better because we had a magic they did not. I never quite understood this until I hit my 50th year, and learned to harness my first gift. Having the sixth sense made me feel powerful, but the abilities bestowed upon me could have only been chosen by fate. You see,  my gift would change my life forever. My family was fairly disappointed, how could a young bright unicorn of royal blood have such a basic minor gift? But I was thrilled. I wanted to prove to them that perhaps the gift I was born with was being taken for granted.  How wrong they were indeed.

 

 

It had been a few months after I received my gift and I had been strolling through the woods on my own, and was surprised to detect three horses nearby. It was here as I krept up on them, I witnessed for the first time a unicorns death. I had never seen red blood before, and the silver running through my viens went cold. For the killer was my own uncle: the King Valraldic. To this day I don't know what justice he thought he was enacting on the poor soul, but I knew then that something dark welled within the forces of the Aphleion Blessing. For the first time in my life, I was scared. 

 

Time went on and I found myself trying to forget what I had witnessed, and I believed that things might return to normal. That was until the chevalin year 100, and many of the mortals among as were banished into exile. I began to loose faith that the unicorns were as pure as we believed again. The final straw however was during my 150th year, the year 145. Horod the magic eater, a young and honorable young mortal stallion confronted the now aging great compromiser. He pleaded for a chance to be free, he didn’t hate the great compromiser, but life under a dictatorship simply wasn’t for him. He asked for a blessing to cross the land bridge and live with the exiles. To my horror Valraldic lay an X on the innocent horses head, and banished him. Even worse… the mortal horses of the Olde herd didn’t bat an eye. To them, The great compromiser was god.

 

 

Something had to be done.

 

 

 

I received my second gift a few weeks after the banishment of Horod, Telekinsis and elt ready to confront my leader. I explained to him that treating the horses as lesser beings was incorrect. He was furious, and threatened to kill all of the newly outcasted horses if I ever brought up the idea again. As he was doing them a favour, he was letting them live without his dictatorship.I wanted to believe him.. i truely did. But when outcasted horses that followed Horod evolved into the Bachelor herd, and The Great compromiser decided that destroying the newly born herd was a must- I knew his heart was without good intention. He  was afraid ofcompetition, of another power greator than he. 

 

 

When I  confronted him again, and on that day begging to let them live in peace something terrible happened. My horns were broken off in an instant display of banishment. I was declared a unicorn no more, as I would not submit to the views of my king.  But something peculiar happened on this breaking of my lovely, lovely horns.... They were not only broken at the base… they were ripped out. And while excruciatingly painful,  this ended in  something the Great Compromiser never expected - an unleashing of My  true power as a unicorn. Every unicorn grew up learning that his inner power was channeled from inside, but no one knew that it also acted as a block, meant to channel just enough energy from the soul to make magic.

 

On that day I took on the name Ba’yagu, as tribute to the mare who had originally sent away my herd. I wondered on that day if perhaps she was trying to protect someone as I had been then. So on that day, I used this unleashing of power to seal away the unicorns to a place from which they could never return….  The crescent. I sealed it with a magic that only a mortal horse could break. And until this day, I have remained,  since the year 151,  the only unicorn on the land of chevalin.

 

In the year of 401 however, the Loner mare Miraphy came incontact with the wall, and broke the seal that had locked the magic horses of chevalin away for so long... and not even I can know what happens next.

 

 

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