I walked into the land of wishes, my black head bobbing up and down as I listened to one of the many voices speaking to me. Thanks to Shattered, the daughter of the second storm, I had learned to control something of my budding powers. On the way here, I had seen Therthis, nearly defeated by Exile, and, somehow... I had killed the white hellion. I didn't even remember how I did it. All I remembered was seeing him disappear, his blackened bones lying at my hooves.
"Illusion?" I called, my stormy grey eyes looking around. Hopefully, she would choose not to look into my mind, for there was chaos and nothingness, both present there, even to me.
I was Bás an Olc, Death of Evil, born on the battle grounds as the second storm was repelled. There, the daughter of the hated had come and found me, and had helped me in her mountain home. Now though it was time for me to learn how to find those who I must help, and to learn how to heal those who deserved it. For that, Illusion was the one I had to meet.
"I have fared well, so far. My father though, has died. The first of the third storm killed him, but he, in turn, died as well. I have heard of the youngest of the second storm bearing the foal of the third storm, as well as other such news. The gully holds secrets, and wind, water, and earth cannot find them. Flame is being silent on her part, and will not speak to me in the matter." I said, my stormy grey eyes looking to her as I spoke in my mind with another, one whom I knew well.
My mother was a quiet type, one who had been playful at times, yet, in her heart, a dark horse, like the hellion types. Still, she cared for me, and hearing her voice in my small black ear made me yearn for her guidance, though I knew I didn't need it. Still, that part of me was my secret, my little light, and it was the only part of me that ever did retain a foal's nature.