The black foal was expected to be born any day. No one knew when, but all were preparing. Thistleheart, medicine mare of Sun Herd was making some of these necessary preparations when she heard a loud shriek come from the other end of Dawn Meadow.

She recognized the unmistakable cries of her leadmare, Stormcloud, and the braying of her overstallion, Riverwing. She quickly scooped up the herbs and roots she had been preparing with her teeth and flew to where the frantic cries were coming from. She landed softly and laid the medicine at her feet. She spoke first to Riverwing. " I need you to stay calm through this all no matter what happens. If you get upset it will make her upset, and she must stay calm."

He nodded gravely and answered, "I will do my best."

Thistleheart trotted to where Stormcloud was lying in the grass. "Well", she thought,"I hope this goes well."

A few hours later, laying in the spotlight of the hundred year star was the black foal of Anok. "It's a filly," whispered Stormcloud and reached down to nuzzle her.

"Yes," answered Riverwing, "and she WILL inherit the power of the hundred year star." He gazed at his glistening black filly and then reached down to nuzzle her. Then he turned to Thistleheart and commanded her, "Go, fetch Darkwind." The mare then lifted off over the field.

When she returned with the black foal's brother, he stared at her in awe. Still staring he simply stated,"She looks like a raven."

They all stood watching. Watching her try to stand. Watching her fall. Watching her untangle her legs.

Suddenly, Stormcloud spoke. "We will call her Ravensong."

"Yes," Riverwing replied, "song because of the happy melody she will bring into our lives when she becomes the healer."