Prologue The water was still as it listened. Not a ripple could be seen upon its silvery surface. It was intrigued by the young mare standing next to it, speaking to herself as she gazed into its depths, her eyes sullen and her checks hallowed. The pond didn’t know what she was saying, only that it liked it when she spoke to it, when she complained to it, and when she complimented it. The pond had known this young mare since she was a tiny filly, but now she was all grown and no longer always had time to visit. That’s why the pond had been surprised to see its favorite visitor back to talk. When she had finished speaking in that hushed, yet compelling voice, the water rippled in response. The smile that graced her face made its waters ripple even more. The mare wasn’t pretty, to be sure, but she also wasn’t ugly. Her heart, on the other hand, was pure yet defensive. The way the pond knew this was because the mare had never taken a single sip from it, never asked anything of it, only sat and talked. This time, the mare was thoroughly upset, and the pond could tell. “Why, oh why must I have been born to the over-stallion of MoonAge?” The mare lamented to the young pond. “Why not to one of the leaders of the other three herds, not the herd known for war and power?” Nightmist, that was her name, the pond remembered. It had forgotten it in the time the mare had been away. The pond wondered whether or not the mare, Nightmist, remembered its name. “I know it’s been a while since I’ve come here, Exousia, but I am here now,” the mare said softly, gazing into its waters. Yes, the mare had remembered the name she had given the pond from the beginning. The pond rippled in response, delightful and explosive. The pond had been named Exousia, meaning power. The pond liked that, even though the mare seemed to blush in her own childishness. The pond lapped its waters closer to the mare in comfort. Nightmist sighed as she sat down at its bank, her nose just inches from the lapping water. “Oh, Exousia. You’ve always been there for me. How could I ever repay you?” The mare whispered thoughtfully. The pond went silent with its ripples. Nightmist stood abruptly, seeing Exousia was no longer present. “Exousia?” She asked, timid. No response. What had happened? “Exousia?” She called again. “Exousia? Who by the Ancestors is that, my dear daughter?” A soft, caring voice answered from the dark, causing the mare to jump in surprise. “No one, Mother,” Nightmist whispered, standing stock still as she turned to face her beautiful mother. One of her ears were forward, listening to her mother, while the other was back, waiting for a response from Exousia. Her tail was flat against her rump, and her wings were neatly tucked. Nightmist’s mother looked her daughter up and down as she nickered, “I have something to tell you, my dear. Come, sit beside me.” Her mother sat down at the edge of the pond, her wings unfurling to stretch, inviting Nightmist to sit beside her. Nightmist tentatively left her standing spot to sit a little ways away from her mother. “No, beside me,” her mother teased as her left wing outstretched to hug her daughter closer. Nightmist giggled softly compared to her mother’s great laugh. Her mother was the spitting image of grace, elegance, and motherly love. Nightmist smiled up at her mother, tucking her wings in as her mother continued to wrap her left wing over Nightmist. “Now, I’ve got some good news! Would you like to hear it?” Nightmist’s mother asked the last part in a whisper, her smile playful and mysterious. Nightmist nudged her mother with her nose as she stated, “Of course I want to hear it! Why else would I be sitting beside you?” Her mother rolled her eyes enthusiastically as Nightmist gave out with another giggle. “Now, don’t be too over excited to what I’m about to tell you,” her mother cautioned as she continued, “it will change your life.” Nightmist waited, her eyes unblinking. “The war is over,” her mother whispered to her. At these words, Nightmist jumped up in surprise, praise, and happiness, the best smile emanating across her face. She jumped into the air, fluttering her beautiful feathers of green, black, cool gray, and purple. “It’s over!” She bleated, prancing around as her wings flowed out behind her. For such a mature looking mare, she was currently acting like a little filly. “Yes, now calm down my child! You’ll jinx it!” Her mother laughed, smiling as she sat there, watching her yearling daughter prance around the pond. Dirt flung up as the consequence of Nightmist’s fanatics, and the pond was ridiculed by ripples. “Now,” her mother continued, “I have more news that I know you’ll be just as excited for!” Her mother brayed, standing up and shaking off her pelt and wings, as if the ground was dirtier than sin. “Oh? What is it then, Mother?” Inquired Nightmist as she settled down and stood there, ears perked up in curiosity. Her mother had a knowing, mysterious look about her. “You’re going to be married, my darling!” Her mother exclaimed with great pride and enthusiasm, her smile dazzling. Nightmist, on the other hand, had gone completely stiff. “Ma-married? N-now?! To whom?!” She asked urgently, her eyes losing their beautiful innocence and her feathers dulling in emotion. “Why, to Prince Flare of SunAge!” Her mother laughed as if it was completely and utterly obvious. She grew quiet, too, as she soon noticed her daughter was not laughing or smiling. “What is wrong, dearest?” Her mother asked in concern as Nightmist looked down, her ears losing their curious tint. “I-I’m just surprised, is all. Is that the only reason the war is ending? Because of this marriage?” Nightmist then asked, her eyes finally making contact with her mother’s in an accusatory stare. “Well, um, yes, dear, it is, bu-“ “That’s all I need to know, Mother. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go and eat,” Nightmist whispered sullenly. “Then I’ll join you in ou-“ “No, Mother, I’d like to be alone.” Nightmist’s voice was terribly numb and indifferent as she stared at her mother, her ears stock still. Silence engulfed the small glen, and then Nightmist turned around and jumped into the air, shedding many of her multicolored feathers in her wake. Her mother watched as her daughter left her standing there beside the pond. Nightmist needed to clear her head. The way she would have preferred to do that was to talk with Exousia, but Exousia had disappeared due to her mother’s presence. Obviously, the pond didn’t find her mother pure of heart. Anger fueled her actions as she flew out of the canopy of the trees and into the air. She kept on rocketing upwards, until she was high enough to be just below the highest clouds. When she looked down, all she could see was a world turning its back on her. Now, would Exousia find Nightmist so pure as it did before? I hope you guys enjoy this little teaser xD I can’t guarantee that the first chapter will be out here soon, but I have the first two chapters covered. Depending on how well you guys like this, I may not continue posting her story, or at least until I’ve finished writing the whole thing. Have a wonderful rest of your day, and remember to be grateful!

Star wobbled over to Morningleaf, his hair was matted and smelled like blood and death. She put her shedding wing over him and helped him up. Tears streaked down her face and left dark brown lines across her face. They curled up together grateful they had survived the final battle. "You did it Star you did it!" She cried remembering all the steeds who had died to let Star fulfill his destiny. "Did anyone else die?" He asked looking around. "Im not sure but please, lets not focus on that." She said crying into his mane. Something inside him wanted to comfort her, not just as a friend. He wanted to wrap his wings around her and watch as their departed friends danced in the sky as streaks of light. But he looked around. He was getting frantic and worried. Where was Brackentail? Did he die? He wondered scanning his surroundings from one side to the other, hoping to catch a glimpse of his friends orange color. As if on cue, Brackentail thundered towards them sliding to an abrupt halt and wrapping his wings around his two friends. "You came back." Star said choking on tears. "Why of course!" He responded softly, his voice filled with happiness, sadness, and pride. They waited there for a while, thinking o where they were, where they have been, and where they are going. Morningleaf fell into sleep, curled up next to Star. As did Brackentail, his head resting on Star's back. He looked at Morningleaf, her hair was matted and her coat was dusty and greasy, yet, she looked more beautiful to Star now, than he ever did before. He set his wing above her, contemplating on what to do. He slowly set his wing across her body. He softened moving closer to him. He saw a smile too. Did she love him? In a different way than just friendship? Did he love her the same way?

I needed to know what would happen after Windborn so this is my story. It might have spoilers but ok here goes. The foals: Name: Morningstar Age: New born to 2 months. Family: Sire: Star. Dam: Morningleaf. Brother: Starleaf Home: River herd. (Old sun herd territory) Looks: Black filly with her mother's blue wings. Star on her forehead. Black mane and tail golden eyes (Like Stars when he used to use his powers to heal) Personality: Sweet understanding friend. Loves her family and adores her Sire. Favorite thing to do is fly with her sire and see the whole of Anok. Name: Starleaf Age: New born to 2 months Family: Sire: Star. Dam: Morningleaf. Sister: Morningstar Home: River herd (Old sun herd territory) Looks: Chestnut colt with a stripe down his nose. His wings were pure white edged in silver. Black mane and tail but silverish hooves. Blue eyes that sparkle Personality: Calm quick strong foal. Likes to count and divide his enemys. He is very much like Morningleaf. She is his favorite person in the world. Almost a year after the defeat of Nightwing: Morningleaf lay in the grass and have a soft scream in pain. Her foals were coming now. "Sweetroot! Help!" She shouted and heard the gentle mare gallop toward her then she heard the thudding hooves of Star. "Shhh breathe Morningleaf I have delivered plenty of foals and you are doing ok!" Sweetroot said calmly giver her some white willow for the pain. "Sweetroot what can I do?!" Star asked frantic. He was pacing you would think after a battle with Nightwing nothing would faze him but he was terrified. "Go away Star I can handle this! Please go away!" Her voice calm and firm. Star trotted away. "Sweetroot it hurts!" She shrieked. Every breath hurt! She felt something and screamed again. Sweetroot calmed her with her wing tips on her stomach. "They are coming Morningleaf!" She gently helped guide the foal out and it lay on the ground. Then Morningleaf screamed again and another foal landed on the ground. "Sweetroot is it over yet?" She asked tears dripping from her eyes. "Yes you have 2 beautiful foals. 1 colt and 1 filly. The filly was born first and is pure black with blue wings and the other looks like you but with white feathers tipped with silver!" She said happily. Morningleaf gently stood up and then lay down next to her foals. She let them come close to her and the colt nuzzled her and started to nurse. She sighed and slept in bliss, not know shadows would soon enter her life. Star he walked up to Morningleaf and saw the foal who he knew would grow up like him. He lay down beside them and she opened her eyes. They were the beautiful golden that his eyes had taken on when he used his healing fire. The powers this foal could have had..... But no he loved her. "Hello darling!" He whispered gently. "Twar!" She whinnied in her foal's voice. He snuggled closer to her and she fell asleep in his wings. The next morning: Something woke Morningleaf from a deep sleep. A sharp bleat from her new born colt. He was hungry and mad she was not feeding him. She sighed and used her wings to guide him and he nursed greedily. She looked for her filly and saw her curled up with star. She blinked away the tears that started to come. She loved Star and was scared if he would die what would happen to her and their foals. Star woke up and looked at Morningleaf with a smile. "Did you name them?" "No I wanted you to help," She said moving away from the colt wanting some milk for her filly. "How about Morningstar for the girl. And-" "Starleaf for the boy!" She joined in with over flowing joy at finding the perfect names. Star nudged Morningstar toward Morningleaf. The filly fought him but finaly went to her mother and nursesd for a little while