Thunderheart blinked, fluttering his lashes, and piercing light burned his eyes. He stretched his legs and kicked a flank behind him.
"Oops, sorry" he nickered. He trotted into the meadow where his herd was grazing. The wind blew his forelock in his eyes as he scented the wind. The smell of fresh grass, dirt, pegasi, land horses, and a nearby pack of wolves filled his nose. He scanned the terrain for his dam, Morningleaf, and quickly spotted her aqua feathers. He galloped through the sky and snuck up on his unsuspecting mother.
"Gotcha!" whinnied Thunderheart as he grabbed hold of his surprised dam's tail.
"Good morning my little one." she nickered as Thunderheart nursed.
Once he had his fill, Thunderheart laid on his back and watched the clouds drift apart and reform. How he wished he could fly and touch those fluffy clouds. But for now he was stuck watching them. The highest he had flown so far was the tops of the trees, which wasn't nearly high enough. Suddenly a black figure blocked the sun and Thunderheart tensed ready to bolt. Soon he realized that it was his sire, Star, back from a scouting mission. He unfurled his turquoise wings, their black tips set him apart from the other foals. Black wasn't a common Pegasus color, only black foals boar that color. Perhaps because he was the son of a black foal? He cantered into the sky and dove to his sire.
"Papa!" He whinnied.
But star didn't seem to hear. Thunderheart didn't think much of it at the the time. He touched down and threw his wings around Star. But he turned to mist as his wingtips touched him, then reformed as Thunderheart tumbled through him.
"Papa?" he nickered at he touched him with his wingtip. His feathers went right through Star's coal black hide. As a tear fell to the ground everything seemed to go in slow motion. The laughing from the foals could still be heard as the jumped into the sky so slowly, Thunderheart could've mistaken them for statues. the tear reached the ground and out grew a shimmering golden flower. He studied the flower puzzled. He knew black foal's tears grew flowers but he only part black foal and this had never happened before. He studied the flower and out of the corner of his eye, noticed them. A group of pegasi were dozing as if watching what went on. One of them stared right at him and he recognized him from the legends his dam loved to tell. It was Spiderwing, the survivor of Nightwings wrath and the starter of the previous 5 herds. Of course there was only one big herd now and had a council run the herd, not a over-stallion. He started walking towards Thunderheart as if surprised to see him there.
"What are you doing here?" He asked
"I..I.....I don't know. Where even am I?" Thunderheart sobbed.
Spiderwing stared at him with round eyes, "The golden meadow."