It’s a tourist attraction now, but they still tell the stories, all ending with the heroic victory over a powerful enemy, perpetually frozen in their equine warrior form. But humans were the invaders, twelve colony ships, master guidance control damaged. AI was smart enough to detect the problem but not repair it, so it found an alternate world.
Unfortunately, it belonged to the Aulegren.
The colonists, being human, “discovered” the land, pretended to adapt, then multiplied like rabbits, taking over every natural resource.
The Aulegren first came as fair lasses and handsome paramours, hoping to use love to found peace.
When humans started raping them and taking what they wanted anyway, Aulegren declared war.
They might have won, but they always restricted their population, living harmoniously with the environment. Humans bred and bred, and with both superior technology, and stolen Aulegren magicks (some humans were gifted with the sight), the colonists won. That’s the official story, anyway.
A few were born of Human-Aulegren pairings and we have to stay hidden, lest we ire the pure bloods. Perhaps someday there’ll be enough of us, but to what end? Live in anxious peace with the conquerors, or begin the war anew?
I wrote this for the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge of November 11, 2018 hosted by Susan. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for crafting a piece of flash fiction no more than 200 words long. My word count is 199.
I adapted the story to weave my own little tale of conquest and subjucation, with a hint of hope at the end.
To read other stories based on the prompt, visit InLinkz.com.