Nov 6, 2017

Sunshadow and the Black Foals #15: Thunderblaze's Dream

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Edited: Dec 2, 2017

The night after Wintermist had flown to Horsetail Falls was a night with an early curfew for the weanlings that had gone after her. Thunderblaze watched as Sunshadow’s breathing grew even, then closed he his eyes as well. He soon fell asleep and plunged into a dream.

 

A young Thunderblaze charged into the sky, chasing after his sire, Thunderfrost.

 

“Come on, son!” his sire trumpeted joyfully over his shoulder. Thunderblaze hurried to oblige him and quickly caught up with his sire, a magnificent bay with dark blue wings tipped in gray.

 

“We’re headed that way to drink,” Thunderfrost said, gesturing with his hoof to a river far below them on the right. The two of them flew toward the river. On the way, Thunderfrost shared some profound advice to his son. “Always remember, Thunderblaze, that the black foal has the capacity to be good, the same as any steed. The next black foal will be born in three years, and if you are friendly enough, you can get it, or any steed for that matter, to trust you.”

 

Thunderblaze awoke with a start. He didn’t like remembering his sire, it was too painful. Thunderfrost had been a loyal, trustworthy, and very kind pegasus. Unfortunately, he had been part of a failed raid to Jungle Herd. The one pegasus that had made it back from the raid had breathlessly told the onlookers that every other Sun Herd steed that had gone on the raid was dead, but Thunderblaze had refused to believe so. Now, with the dream, he was almost ready to face the inevitable when he heard a whinny from the trees behind him.

 

Thunderblaze turned suddenly, expecting to find Lakefrost, Sunshadow, or another pegasus returning from a bathroom run, but no. In between the trees, he saw a dark brown head of a pegasus marked by a wide blaze that he didn’t recognize at first, but then he caught a glimpse of midnight-blue feathers catching the moonlight. Thunderblaze’s growing expectation was confirmed when he could distinguish a black mane. “Father!” he whinnied.

Nov 6, 2017

I can’t remember: Thunderblaze is the sire of Sunshadow right? So Thunderfrost, who is deceased, is Sunshadow’s grandsire? BUT I LOVE THIS

Nov 7, 2017Edited: Nov 7, 2017

yes Thunderfrost is Sunshadow's grandsire

Nov 7, 2017

I'm not going to spoil it, but how would he whinny if he was dead?

Nov 7, 2017

Uhhhh it could be Thunderblaze’s imagination??

Nov 7, 2017

oh maybe, but I'm done giving hints

Nov 7, 2017

Amamzing

Nov 7, 2017

I will not remark on the spelling of that because it seems to really annoy people

Nov 7, 2017

Lol, I blame your wrighting

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