So, about 1 or 2 weeks ago, I started writing a new fanfic. If you like it, please tell me, and I will continue to write more!
This story takes place 200 years after Storm Herd settled in the South.
Dawnlight clutched her belly with her red wings as she trotted through the jungle. Monkeys screeched, birds sang, and leaves rustled. Storm Herd was at peace, and nothing could change that, or so they thought. Dawnlight was pregnant, even though she had no mate. This scared her, and she worried that the old legends of the ancient black foals were true.
Dawnlight looked up, squinting through the leaves, and at the golden star that brightened the sky, outshining the sun. If the legends were true, this was the Hundred Year Star that would transfer its fire to the black foal. She shuddered as she burst into a clearing.
Storm Herd nickered greetings too her and went back to grazing. Her best friend, Rainmoon, and Rainmoon’s newborn filly, Skyfall, trotted up to her.
“Your foal is coming soon,” Rainmoon told her. She was good with herbs and medicines, and she was also known for her birthing skills.
Skyfall flew in a circle around Dawnlight, nickering.
Rainmoon raised her eyebrow, smiling, and looked up. The sun was starting to set, though it was still light because of the bright star. “It will get dark soon, Skyfall, it’s time to go to sleep.”
“Mama!” Skyfall cried, and landed next to her mother.
Dawnlight watched them leave, and suddenly, pain spread through her belly as she felt a hard pull. She knew what that meant! “My foal is coming!” she nickered. Dawnlight stumbled towards her sleeping spot, and collapsed, breathing heavily. The pain did not stop, and she neighed for help.
Rainmoon came rushing towards her, with Skyfall behind her. “Oh, dear!” Rainmoon cried, and spread her wing over Dawnlight’s back. Dawnlight squinted, everything was blurry. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Dawnlight woke up and heard soft nickering. She opened her eyes and looked down. A beautiful black filly with black edged sapphire feathers nursed under Dawnlight’s crimson wing.
“Who is this?” she asked.
Rainmoon answered, “That’s your filly.”