Thunderheart blinked at the stallion, not knowing how to put his thoughts into words. The golden meadow? But I'm not dead. Thunderheart tried to decode his words when Spiderwing whistled as if calling somebody. Out of the mist trotted a palomino stallion with pale green feathers. Thunderheart recognized him immediately, as Grasswing. Grasswing had been Star's mentor and acted like a sire to him. Thunderheart could tell he had been a mighty and wise stallion.
"Whats he doing here?" asked Grasswing equally stunned.
"I-I don't know" Spiderwing admitted.
They lowered their heads and turned their backs to Thunderheart as they whispered about the situation.
" We've come to a conclusion" stated Spiderwing.
"Long ago, when the first black foal was born, there was a prophesy. The prophesy said that if the black foal would live up to his destiny, he would have a colt. This colt would be able to visit the ancestors and save Anok from disaster. Since all the other black foals died and Nightwing was unable to attract a mate this prophesy was rather forgotten. Nightwing did have a colt but he died at birth. After all this here we are with you, Star's colt... The Golden Foal." explained Grasswing.
"Golden foal? Prophesy? Save Anok from disaster? Wh-what! I...I think I need to lay down." Thunderheart felt dizzy as the world turned sideways then everything went black.
Thunderheart woke to see golden eyes staring at him.
"Sweetroot, Morningleaf, he's awake!" The stallion called.
Thunderheart noticed the stallions black hide and white star and soon realized it was his sire. Morningleaf, Sweetroot, and Brackentail galloped over.
"You gave you're parents a scare!" neighed Brackentail.
"Uncle Brackentail! Your back!" Thunderheart whinnied.
"Yep, got back this morning" nickered Brackentail.
Brackentail, his mate Flamesky, and six others went to the interior of Anok to gather a few of the Ice Warriors who stayed behind to follow Star.
"Thunderheart you're awake" Willowfrost neighed.
Willowfrost was Brackentail and Flamesky's filly and Thunderheart's best friend.
They nuzzled each other, happy to see each other again. But his mood soon melted away as he remembered what had happened.
"Hey, do you guys know of the golden foal?" quacked Thunderheart his voice cracking unsure of their reaction.
Everyone stopped their nickering and peered at him. Then Morningleaf stepped forward "Why do you ask?"
"Well because... umm... well you see-" Thunderheart was interrupted by a loud shriek. They turned to see Star rearing and pawing the air. Black steam poured from his nose as his eyes turned gold, silver, and then back to gold.
"He's having a vision" neighed Morningleaf, recalling when Nightwing had communicated with star through a series of visions.
"But he doesn't have his starfire" whinnied Sweetroot.
Then they all became transparent, the herd mates who had seen what was happening slowed mid-gallop. In his peripheral vision, Thunderheart could see three stallions running towards him. He whirled around to see Spiderwing, Grasswing, and one other stallion. The new stallion was his grandsire Thundersky.
"Anok is in grave danger and we need your help" gasped Thundersky.
"So what do you say Golden foal?" asked Grasswing looking desperate.
Thunderheart choked on air. He didn't know what to say.