“I will start by informing everyone that I am not actually from the Hundred Year Star,” Starfall said. “I was born in Jungle Herd five years ago, so I am the same age as Star. After seeing my marking, our over-stallion thought it best that my presence be a secret to the other herds because everyone in Jungle Herd assumed I was supernatural, and several believed that I was somehow the spirit reincarnation of Nightwing. There were other opinions as well, the one proven correct was that I was a messenger sent by steeds in the Golden Meadow.”
Her audience started a chorus of curious mutters at this, but they quieted down when the dappled mare started talking again.
“As a foal, I was terrified of my destiny and of the threats I was getting from the herd. Several wanted to assassinate me, but they would never do anything against the will of out over-stallion, and he believed I was good. I was in quarantine from the rest of the herd for my own protection after I was weaned, with barely any friends. I never knew my father, but Snakewing acted as one for me. He protected me with his life, even though he was eventually getting threats on his own life when it was exposed that he was helping me.” Her voice broke here, and Star knew what she was going to say next before she said it.
“That was why it was such a huge blow to me when, right before my first birthday, Snakewing was killed. I heard the story from my mother, who also was a huge help in my foalhood. She would give me advice and she convinced me I was good.”
“When Smokewing was announced the new over-stallion, I knew that drastic action was needed. He was one of the most vocal steeds about ‘getting rid of’ me. Before I could act, I was put in thick forest with a ring of warriors around me. The trees were so dense I couldn’t see most of them, but I knew they were there. One day, one of them came close enough to me to talk. He was a dark liver chestnut with gray wings tipped in dark blue, and also the most powerful-looking. I feared my execution had finally come. But no, he wanted to help me. This was so surprising that I nearly fainted, then fell asleep to cope with the shock.”
“When I woke up, I could hear the sounds of combat and saw him fighting a red roan stallion. I looked around and saw the eight other unconscious and, in three cases, dead bodies of the rest of my guard. This liver chestnut stallion, who was a stranger to me because he still hadn’t revealed his name, had used his combat skills to help a filly that could probably kill him with her unknown destiny. I was so surprised at his kindness that I actually did faint this time, and when I woke up I was being carried through the air by this powerful steed and the red roan, who I later learned that had managed to whisper, just before the liver chestnut could kill him, ‘I’m on her side too.’ The kind steed had spared his life, then enlisted his help to help me.”