Thunderwing scanned his eyes over Sun Herd. Foals were flying, yearling were out with their flight instructor, and everything was peaceful. Then, his eyes landed on his mate and the black foal. Thunderwing bared his teeth at the foal, whose wings hung low, useless and leaving him unable to fly. This black foal was named Star, after the large white star on the colt's forehead. Thunderwing brayed, calling for Star to come to him. The colt did so. You'll be executed on your birthday. He said.
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