Life continued passing. Thunderfrost and Thunderblaze got reacquainted with each other, Brackentail, Brightforest, and Cloudpepper squabbled, the weanlings grazed and played, and life went on as normal. That is, until one evening when the black foals were roughly eleven months old. The weanlings gazed up at the Hundred Year Star, wondering about their destiny and why they had been born in this time period.
“Have you noticed how much brighter it is now?” asked Sunshadow vaguely, his eyes riveted on the Hundred Year Star.
Wintermist nodded. “Definitely,” the white filly agreed.
Sunshadow looked over at her. The star was making the filly’s white coat look vaguely yellow. Her lavender wings had healed, and their white flight feathers also looked yellow in the starlight.
Flamefrost chipped in. “I wonder what this meadow looks like from up there,” he said.
“Do you want to find out?” Darkblaze asked.
“Let’s do it!” Nightpearl said suddenly.
The others looked at her, surprised. Normally Nightpearl was fairly meek, but this was another side of her. Then Sunshadow nodded. “Hey, why not?”
“Don’t be crazy,” said Wintermist. “We’d never be able to get up there all the way.”
“I don’t care,” Nightpearl breathed. The Hundred Year Star was beautiful in her eyes.
The others looked at each other, and when they got permission from their parents, flew up towards the Hundred Year Star. As they went, they eventually had to blink numerous times because looking right at the Hundred Year Star in the twilight was putting strain on their eyes.
Flamefrost broke through a thin layer of clouds and shivered as the cold dew settled on his hide. He looked over at the others, still climbing steadily.
“I think we’re high enough,” he said. He turned back towards the meadow below them and shouted in surprise. “Wow!”
The meadow that the weanlings called home was stretched out in a stunning panorama below them. The landscape was breathtaking. The meadow was surrounded by light forest, but up here it looked like solid dark green. The meadow itself was surprisingly small from so high, but the weanlings were close enough to barely make out the forms of their anxious parents watching them.
“Okay, this was enough. Let’s go back down now.” Nightpearl led them back, but Darkblaze turned around for one last look at the Hundred Year Star. When he did, he took a double take. There was a dark-colored pegasus flying straight towards the group of weanlings, seemingly flying out of the Hundred Year Star.