Birth
“I remember, faintly, though remember all the same, my mother nickering to me to get up. She had a sweet voice… Broken, but sweet. I looked around- just a few other mares and their fillies and colts standing around. The stallion of this band had left it, but the mares were sticking together with their babies.
”I tried to stand, and fell. Then I tried again, and took my first few wobbly steps toward my mother.
”’I shall call you Fading Dream,’ she smiled, ‘For my dreams are fading. But yours are brighter than the stars at night, the sun in the day… Welcome to the world, Fading Dream.’”

First Year
“My first years went by quickly. I was normal. I played with the other foals and yearlings. And when the day came that I was a yearling, I smiled proudly all day. It was great to be me that day.”

Life In the Band
”Band life wasn’t hard. Every day, a different mare had to stand watch for us at night, and all mares fought off anything that could harm the younger horses. I got my first chance to stand watch-, which was a great honor- a few weeks after turning two. A mountain lion attacked, but the other mares and I scared it off.
”When I turned three, my mother told me to leave the band- to travel far away and find a happier life. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay with the others. But I knew she was right… the band had nothing more to offer me. I left.

Alone
”I travel by myself now… I have had many experiences, but don’t want to recall them now. They are insignificant. However, I do hope to find a new herd or band, a place to call home… but I don’t know if that will ever happen. I am content to travel, though. You will never find me in one place for long.”

Introduction

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Story

Friends

Fan Art

Farewell