Frayan's family story:

Ashsong · 2019-11-17T03:14:21.157Z

I'm explaining why Frayan has a father and mother. His sire, Jadethorn, was originally the to-be-mate of Dapplesage, when she became pregnant by Frayan's star, before Jadethorn and Dapplesage had even become mates. Dapplesage was afraid, and suggested that they cancel being mates, but Jadethorn refused; and managed to convince her that having a star foal isn't bad. So, a month before Frayan was born, Dapplesage and Jadethorn became mates. But the star colt's father, wasn't really his father, but Frayan still loves his sire with a son's love, and so did Jadethorn, with a father's love. The stallion wouldn't let himself abandon his mate, or his colt, just because Frayan was a star foal. Finally Frayan was born, he had a grayish cream colored coat, pure black mane and tail, and turquoise feathers, before his grayish blue star gave Frayan's power to him on his first birthday. Dapplesage didn't want to name Frayan, to prevent attachment, so that she won't have a big relationship with the colt. But Jadethorn already had a name for the star foal since the day he figured out his to-be-mate had been pregnant; the stallion provided the name, Frayan. (Fra-on, like when you say a bc's) The star foal and his sire had an inseparable relationship throughout the first six moon of Frayan's life. Six moons later, Dapplesage became pregnant again, at first supposed that Jadethorn was going to be a true sire... until a moon later, they realized that the pale orange star had been hanging there since the day Dapplesage became with foal a second time. It wasn't long until the mare gave birth to a filly, and a pretty one with pale orange feathers. Frayan was very proud of having a younger sister of his very own, the six moon old colt never left the filly's side unless necessary. It was this time Dapplesage who suggested the name, Jeray. (Jer-ay like say A like abc) Jeray was only two weeks old when her father was tragically lost in a wolf attack. And this is Frayan's story:

Ashsong

Nov 17, 2019

I snuffled my sister’s grassy mane, loving her with all my heart. Jeray squealed with delight as my whiskers tickled her neck.

"Bwudda, top it, you tickwing me!" She squealed again, nipping playfully at my ears. (Brother, stop it, you're tickling me!) The filly flapped her wings and lifted off with ease into the air; I followed her, matching her effortless flight.

"Jeray, do you want to play chase?" I whinnied after her, flapping my wings harder to catch up with the sturdy little filly.

"Sho!" Jeray said, gliding down back to the ground. (Sure!) I tilted my wings and rocketed forward before my sister, "I want to pway chess on duh gwound, wike hoses!" Jeray announced gleefully, "You it!" The orange winged filly took off, galloping awkwardly away from me. (I want to play chase on the ground like horses... You're it!) I let her get ahead of me by twenty wing-lengths, to give her a head start. When Jeray reached that length, I reared and darted after my sister, my spirits lifting with contentment as I chased the filly.

I saw my sister look behind her, and suddenly slide to a stop; fear engulfing her expression, “Fwayan? Wha ah you?” (Frayan? Where are you?) The filly stood stalk still, trembling.

“But I’m right here,” I protested, standing right next to Jeray; she startled, flaring her wings.

“I onwy sah mist; I did not see you,” She said, cocking her head, her fear replaced with puzzlement.

“But-” I started, and shook my head, “It doesn’t matter, I’m here.” I reassured her, and wrapped my wing around Jeray.

We played for several hours, enjoying the short daylight of winter; finally after a long while of chase and hide and seek, we settled down to enjoy one another’s company. Jeray snuggled up close to me and fell asleep, and I rested my head on her back, dozing.

A sudden patter of paws awoke me with a start. I raised my head cautiously, swiveling my ears, my nostrils flared, and wings raised. My little sister woke and whimpered, sensing my fearful tension.

“Bwudda?” She started, and I put my wing over her mouth.

“Shush,” I whispered, “stay very, very, still.”

Dark shapes darted to and fro, and the shapes were all too familiar… wolves.

Jeray screamed as the lead-wolf lunged out into view and lurched for my throat. Instantly, by instinct, I threw my head forward and butted the wolf in the chest; its yelp echoed throughout the forest.

“RUN JERAY! I’ll hold them off!” I screamed, kicking a small white wolf away. The two week old filly lunged into a gallop, her awkward legs scrambling at the first few steps. Sudden fear clutched my heart, I didn’t want to be left alone; I flapped my wings, just lifting off the ground. But the wolf leader leaped into the air and snatched my ankle, I screamed. My cry ricocheted of the trees and all throughout the Trap. An answering bray not far from where I was erupted with a thundering of hooves. Jadethorn burst into view, his head lowered and his teeth bared. Without hesitation, my sire rammed a large wolf, flinging it into the air and hit the ground with a loud snap, coming from its neck; the wolf’s eyes were blank of life. I watched my sire throw the wolves out of his way as he thundered to me.

His eyes were blazing with passion, “Get out of here, Frayan!” He trumpeted, “Go find your sister and take her to safety!” And without hesitation, for I knew better than to rebel against my father’s will, I obeyed and darted off, ignoring my throbbing ankle. To my utter shock, more wolves ran pass me, I didn’t look back, but kept my sense and focused on finding and bringing Jeray to safety, just as my father told me to do.

Suddenly, I tripped over a little huddled speckled body of Jeray, “Jeray! We must get to mother, and warn there is a wolf attack!” I cried, recovering quickly from the surprise. My sister obeyed and followed the best she could at my fast pace, her little hooves making an awkward rhythm to my matching pattern of hoof-beats. I ran blindly, following the map engraved in my mind; suddenly, I collided into my mother, my wings falling forward with the shocking collision. Dapplesage turned to me, surprise etched in her face, “Why, Frayan, what are-” but the mare never finished her sentence, a wolf cry mixed with a stallion’s scream interrupted her.

“PAPA!” I screamed, whirling and galloped back before my dam could stop me. I slipped and slid along the wet moss and damp stones as I ran in the Trap, in the direction of my father. Blood from my ankle left a trail as tears flooded into my vision. Another blood-curdling scream erupted ten wing-lengths away.

PAPA!” I shrieked, “I’m coming!” but no answer came, except one last cry of a wolf and patters of many paws run away. I stopped dead still in the clearing, there my sire lay, in a bloody heap, feathers torn and hide bitten.

“Papa?” I whimpered as I crept cautiously closer to Jadethorn; the stallion moaned, turning his head little.

He lifted his wing and motioned me to come closer, “Frayan,” my sire wheezed, taking in jagged breaths, “Frayan, will you do something for me?”

I nodded, my tears flinging in every direction, some splattered onto my father, mixing with his blood as the droplets trickled down his coat.

“You must take care of your sister,” Jadethorn said, gulping for air, “you must run away, for I believe that an evil in Willow Herd will arise against you, to kill you,” my father lifted his wing and stroked my face, wiping away my tears, “I will pass on to golden meadow, but you must hold firm and remember me as your father; and don’t let your anger and sadness burn against anything,” he ordered, and motioned with his bloody wing in a gesture about the wolves, “not even the wolves, they were merely fighting in defense and survival; do not blame them. You must treat everything with love,” Jadethorn took in a deep breath, his eyes closing, “do not let your anger and pride control you, Frayan.” The stallion’s body limped, as a final breath left his nostrils.

I burst into tears, and buckled beside him. I lay against my father, soaking up his leaving warmth, “I won’t disappoint you, father,” I whispered, shoving my muzzle into his neck, “I will keep my promise until I meet you in golden meadow.”

WINGED UNIVERSE

Book Series Starring Flying & Mythical Horses