A fire can be started by the tiniest of sparks, it can be ignited in a second and before anyone would now it can grow out of control - roaring, fighting - devouring everything in its path. Not so unlike the new life that was growing inside of the unicorn mare Lotus. The fire - the weapon - she bore was one of control, control over the ice king of the Edge. She was about to bring Mauja’s first born son into the world and after that the World’s Edge would never be the same again - the little hell racing colt would personally see to that.

Light changes outside his closed eyes. The warmth of his world slowly disappears, starting from his muzzle and forelegs the coldness travels gradually over his body. Then as his limp body touches the ground he learns the opposite of the softness which has been his whole existence. Bronze hooves kick by themselves as instincts guides the newborn foal towards the real world.

Deep breaths.

Twitching limbs.

Eyes opening.

Dual colored eyes, one icy blue and one greenish hazel, shines towards his mother. They sparkle, much clearer than most foals’ eyes, and a surge of power surrounds his small body for a second. The blood from the birthing suddenly lights up - even the smallest little drop is illuminated and then covered by aster flowers. Slender, light-purple petals sprout out from yellow centers as the foal’s magic is reveled. Just like the one hazel eye the colt’s magic is an unarguable connection to his mother and his snowy markings clearly shows who his father is. This little prince wears his linage on the outside and he will bear it with pride all his life.

On shaky legs he stands now, hungry lips seeking the colostrum he needs if he wants to have any chance of surviving. The little knob on his forehead, which will become his horn, will not hurt his mother, but he’s very eager to get to the milk and without full control of his body the colt’s handling of his mother is quite rough. Though as soon as he finds his way he calms down and his white little tail starts spinning like a propeller. Lotus’ scent makes a clear print in his memory as he feeds, it becomes his safe haven - a smell connected to warmth and life. The foal will be depended of it for some time, but it’s hard to know what will happen to the relationship as he grows older. But for now nothing else but the touch of his mother will be important for the little foal.

The little foal whose name will be; Tamlin.

Tamlin