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Soft morning light spread through the valley. The song of her people flowing on the wind.
She reached up to catch the morning light as it began to warm the earth beneath her feet.
Before her stood Melakan, black and white mane dancing in the wind, he stood tall and strong looking out across the barren wasteland which he called his home.
The desert. Sand drifted and swirled in the breeze, it called him to come home to his people.
He could see them galloping across the deserted plains just as they had once before in the old days.
She reached out to him, her fingers lightly brushed the air where he had stood but the wind swept him away like a leaf in the breeze and the haunting melody with him.
She stood alone again, her hand falling limply back to her side.
