Libertad was the only foal born unto a happy, but average family. His father was the typical young stallion, ambitiously striking out from his herd in order to start a family of his own; while his mother, on the contrary, was in a word, a goddess. The divine mare was a glossy chestnut with stark white eyes. Majestic white wings struck up from her shoulders and rested upon her back. When she galloped upon sloping hills or wide, spacious plains, Libertad witnessed how she unfolded her wings and took flight, soaring up into the sky like an eagle. She could just as easily conceal her set of wings as well, though. As her son, Libertad was born with his own pair of magnificent wings, but never learned how to hide them.
His mother disappeared after his second birthday, but he never blamed her for her actions, for he knew she loved him dearly. Libertad's father, left alone to take care of the colt, was unsure about Libertad. No new bachelors or mares would want to be in his herd with a creature like the winged yearling, for he was seen as a monster. So, his father led him away from the others one day, and then he explained why his son would have to depart from his home forever. Libertad looked back upon that day and never blamed his father, he understood his position, but still it broke his young heart.
On his own Libertad attempted to survive as any bachelor first heading off into the wild would, but it was proved more difficult for him especially. The bright coloring of his coat was too conspicuous in contrast to the dark, surrounding landscape; humans hunted him for his wings and coat. As a stallion, he was desirable for breeding purposes. The humans hoped to have more winged horses as a result of his capture. In the end, it wasn't the cowboys who captured the pale stallion – instead the people who worked the land and treated all beasts and life with care discovered him, the Indians. They never tamed his wild spirit, for they were unable to. Every so often there were some horses such as Libertad who could never be tamed. Those horses were regarded with much awe and respect for their courage and heart. People from all around would travel to come see the winged stallion. Those people did not care for Libertad's heart or spirit, they simply wished to gawk at his regal set of wings. Libertad grew angry and aggressive towards the crowds that appeared to stare at him, and finally the Indians were forced to tie him up in order to keep him under as much control as they could manage. Libertad lost his will to fight back once he lost the freedom to roam about as he pleased. He felt a complete loss of hope, and finally he simply lay down on the ground, his spirit broken at last.
In the village of the Indians, there was a little girl that happened to see the pale stallion laying in the dust one day. She felt sorry for the noble beast whom all the Indians had spoken fondly of for his spirit; looking at him then, she felt like they had done him a great injustice for his courage. She wandered up to the tied stallion, and when he put up no fight against her, she started to brush his mane. She came to see him every day, treating him as her own, with love and tenderness She brought him apples and carrots, and other sweet herbs the tribe had gathered in their wanderings, and she would stroke his coat until it shimmered underneath the sun. Libertad hadn't felt such affection since his father and he had parted ways so many years ago, so he let the girl continue on, slowly finding a small bit of happiness in her company.
Three years went by like that, the girl visiting the noble, winged stallion with the pale coat that was rare among the wild horses. Libertad grew into a strong, healthy stallion while the girl grew into young woman. She knew many different things, as she was training to become her tribe's next shaman. One day, she eventually succeeded in teaching Libertad how to hide his wings. After that, he was no longer wanted other than for his rare coat, so the other Indians and large crowds ceased to show up in order to gaze at his wonder. The Indians kept him for his strong body, though, as he could sire strong and beautiful foals for the tribe to ride into battle and keep as companions. Libertad was still too aggressive toward other humans besides his one trusted friend, the girl, to let them come close, so eventually they finally left him alone. The girl continued visiting him, though. He still remembers the last time she came to him with tears streaming down her face, the whole town consumed in raging flames in the distance. Libertad couldn't place the sound of the weapons, he had never heard those, but the clashing sound of battle rang out in the background. The girl told him to run, run for his life, and so he turned and left the place that had become his home for the last time. The whole village vanished that day, and Libertad never saw the girl again. He was forever in her debt, though, and would never forget her. He left the place he'd spent the majority of his life in, and galloped as far as he as his hooves would carry him, away from all the desolation and carnage behind him.
Libertad travelled the land as he had when he first had struck out on his own. He settled in a herd where he shortly took on the position of a leader, but he somehow never felt right; he didn't like living with the secret of his wings. So, one day he went 'undercover' and lived in solitude, traveling to places where his heart guides him.
My favourite of your characters.
So wait. It would have been the emperor liberad?
No, Libertad only was a leader of the second rank for a short period c: