Feb 13

Broken Love: Chapter 9: ALderflare's Parents...


Edited: Feb 23

Hellloooooooo!!! So, this chapter isn't too much more exciting as the last one...Sry about that but it does explain more about Whisperfrost relationship with Ravenleaf and (more importantly) info about Alderflare's real parents, before he was taken from River/Sun herd. heheheheheee....



It was now early evening and most of the foals had left. Whether they got bored and ventured somewhere else, or their parents came to get them, there was far fewer weanlings now, but to Alderflare's surprise, the Elders continued to share legends and myths, not even fazed by the fact that they've been talking all afternoon.

Alderflare was carefully listening to a legend about Spiderwing and Whisperfrost was dozing next to him. Every so often, Alderflare would prick his ears westward, toward the setting sun, looking for Ravenleaf. She had been gone for several hours and he was becoming hungry and worried, but mostly hungry-if he was being honest. Whisperfrost suddenly snorted awake and yawned. "Is Mother here yet?" she asked, groggily. Alderflare cocked a hoof and tried to relax his aching wings. 'No. I haven't seen her." he said. Whisperfrost grumpily muttered something and closed her eyes again.


About half a minute later, Alderflare flicked his ears to the sounds of approaching wingbeats. He took a couple steps away from the Elders so he could see the horizon behind the large oak tree that was blocking his view. The familiar colors of Ravenleaf drifting over the horizon, heading his way, made his heart flutter and his stomach growl. He rushed back to Whisperfrost and shook her awake. "Wakey-Wakey!!! Ravenleaf is back! Yessssss!! Now we can eat dinner! C'mon! C'mon!" he squealed and rushed back to the spot he was standing. Whisperfrost joined him a second later, rubbing her tired eyes. But, she immediately perked up when she saw Ravenleaf approaching the meadow. She was closer now and Alderflare could tell from this distance that she was exhausted. She flapped her wings slowly and her legs dangled below her. Her head was low and she was breathing deeply.

Whisperfrost nickered a soft greeting to her mother as Ravenleaf touched down on the ground a few winglengths away. At the sound of her daughter's greeting, Ravenleaf;s eyes brightened and a large smile drew across her face. She trotted toward Whisperfrost, her leafy-green wings now extended, enveloping Whisperfrost in a hug. "Even though Ravenleaf is tired, she still has time for Whisperfrost. Ravenleaf acts like...like how a mother should. She's caring and she cares more Whisperfrost's needs than she does about her own." Alderflare thought as he trotted toward Ravenleaf. "...I wish my mother was like that...." he thought again, sullen. But, he pushed those thoughts away as he came up to Ravenleaf. "Hello! I'm sorry I was gone for so long! You must be hungry!" Ravenleaf said, nuzzling Alderflare and swinging her hips towards him. Whisperfrost was already suckling quietly and Alderflare quickly joined her.


After the two foals drank their fill, Ravenleaf lifted off, followed by Whisperfrost then Alderflare, who needed a running start to help him lift off. He tried his best to keep up, but the winds are a lot less forgiving than in Sun herd.

Whisperfrost slowed her flying speed so he could catch up. "Thanks." he said, out of breath, but trying not to show it. "We're almost there." she said. He glided the rest of the way, saving his energy. His sights landed on a beautiful hill that overlooked the whole valley. His sucked in his breath and the setting sun gave the whole valley an orange haze. The leaves of the large oak tree gently brushed in the wind. "It looks like something in a fairytale." he breathed to Whisperfrost, who's head was arched proudly. "Yep! It certainly is." she mumbled gently.


Whisperfrost landed beneath the oak tree gracefully and folded her wings. Alderflare, not used to the uneven footing, tripped over the tree roots and landing painfully on his back with a hollow thud. 'Ouch!" he groaned as Ravenleaf snorted in amusement and Whisperfrost smiled. She helped him to stand then motioned with her wing over the valley. "This is where we sleep at night, then we fly down to the valley in the morning!" Whisperfrost explained, laying down and curling up at Ravenleaf's side beneath the tree.


They all laid together under the tree, watching the sun set. Ravenleaf was the first to break the peaceful silence. "Tell us Alderflare. Tell us what it was like back in River herd. What were your parents like? Did you have any siblings?" RAvenleaf asked and Whisperfrost pricked her ears.

Alderflare glanced down, the brightness in his eyes fading into a cold glare. "My parents? My parents.....aren't very good parents....they are cowards and liars...They don't care for me. Like what kind of a parent doesn't care for your own colt?!" he snapped, not looking up, his eyes hurt. He inhaled sharply. "My parents...." he paused. "...My parents are dead to me..." he said, and everyone went deathly silent.

This is a looooonngggg one. Sry!!!

Feb 13Edited: Feb 13

You know that when a foal is a weanling he doesn't drink his mother's milk, right?

OOPS!!!! Yep! I knew that i just forgot lol



Really good writing though! keep it up!

Thank you Cats!!! That means a lot coming from you

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