“Once, long ago, before the hundred year star, there were two foals. There was a white foal with a black star on her forehead, and a black foal with a white star on his forehead. They were admired by all of Annok, which at the time was one herd. But everyone loved the white foal more for her grace and beauty. The black foal was jealous of her, so jealous that when she was sleeping, he flew her up to the stars. But when he came down, she did not come down. That night, there was a bright star in the sky. It was just as bright as the white foal. Indeed it was the white foal, and she had became the hundred year star. On the black foals first birthday, that’s when he received his powers. Unfortunately, he became the destroyer. As he learned of his powers, the pegasus of Annok became scared of him. Slowly they separated into the five herds we know today.”
Stormwhisper looked up at the elder. “That’s not true! It can’t be!” She exclaimed after hearing Mossbrook’s story. The horse shook her auburn main. Her purple feathers were tucked neatly along her silver fur.
“Yeah, it couldn’t be!” Fernpuddle said, agreeing with his sister. The Jungleherd weanlings were not convinced by the elders' stories. It was so hard for them to believe that the hundred year star was once a filly. “It’s just a star, Mossbrook!”
“Oh well, suit yourself.” The elder said taking off, her orange wings still strong. The two weanlings watched as Mossbrook flew away over the treetops to go and talk with the other elders. She ruffled the leaves, leaving the siblings alone.
Fernpuddle looked over to Stormwhisper. The filly returned the glance. It was obvious that the colt had some crazy idea, and she was yet to find out.