The grayed stallion looked up, and smiled as he saw three mares. They were the first he had sceen so far. Well, except Becca. His heart panged as he remembered the kind, gentle mare. He wondered what had become of her. What happened to her and Magnus, the stallion she held dearly close to her heart. His thoughts traveled, and he walked, not really paying attention.
When he looked, he was, yet again, under the mother tree. This was the last place he had sceen her. He stared, long and hard, asthough if he looked long anough, she would apear. He smiled as he remembered his first memory with her, when he licked a frozen puddle. That was many moons ago. Before the war, before the Mother Tree had flourished again. Bafore he had grayed out. He looked down, realizing he would probably never see her again. "Good-bye, mom." he whispered, trying to console himself.
He had grown wiser, taller. He shook his head, trying to get the fog of mourning out. He wished he had seen her off, the day of that battle. He wished he had gone. Why did he stay, acting as though everything were fine? There were so many questions, and he couldn't ask the one who knew. Slowly, he made his way over to the trio, his head held perhaps a little to high, his eyes betraying the false look of glee he slapped on his face. When he got there, it took him several moments to get his voice to sound happy.
"My names Johnathen. he said, for that was all he could say.
When he looked, he was, yet again, under the mother tree. This was the last place he had sceen her. He stared, long and hard, asthough if he looked long anough, she would apear. He smiled as he remembered his first memory with her, when he licked a frozen puddle. That was many moons ago. Before the war, before the Mother Tree had flourished again. Bafore he had grayed out. He looked down, realizing he would probably never see her again. "Good-bye, mom." he whispered, trying to console himself.
He had grown wiser, taller. He shook his head, trying to get the fog of mourning out. He wished he had seen her off, the day of that battle. He wished he had gone. Why did he stay, acting as though everything were fine? There were so many questions, and he couldn't ask the one who knew. Slowly, he made his way over to the trio, his head held perhaps a little to high, his eyes betraying the false look of glee he slapped on his face. When he got there, it took him several moments to get his voice to sound happy.
"My names Johnathen. he said, for that was all he could say.