Heavily pregnant, the stormy gray mare walked the lands she learned to love the most in Helovia. The Heavenly fields, surrounded by looming mountains and lush green grass the ideal place to come by. The gray mare flicked her ears and continued walking, wishing to be up in the air flying, but she was bound to the ground due to the child in her womb. Inhaling deeply, letting out an almost bored sigh, the lass continued walking, lowering her head hoping to find some good blades of grass to chew on. She felt as if the baby could come any moment, and it was never too early to find a place to deliver the child to the world.

Finally finding the ideal place, a cushion of tall grass, hiding from the view of the world, Storm bent her elegant head down, grasping grass in her mouth and slowly chewing. As the mare did so, something squirmed in her stomach, giving tiny kicks. Uncomfortable, the lass shifted, trying to get rid of the strange feeling and the instant pain. All of a sudden, the urge to eat was gone, and a strange tingling overcame her body, as she delicately started to lay on her side, her breathing coming out labored. What was happening to her?

Water started leaking out of her, and a stretching feeling overcame her as the foal within her moved and shifted, battling to come out of her protective pouch. A fighter, just like me, the thought raced within her mind as pain stabbed her abdomen. Throwing back her head and letting out a pained whinny, wishing the hurt to go away, the boy started to emerge as she pushed violently. Repeatedly pushing, she shut her eyes with emerging tears, wishing the pain to go away. Push. Push. Push. She felt herself ripping apart as the baby finally slid out of her, on to the soft ground. The pain was over, and she felt as if she was released.

Turning her head, she saw blood and a sac containing her little baby. Such a beautiful creature really, with elegant wings with red colored tips and a white body. Tears of joy leaked out of her eyes, and even though she never asked for the burden, she was overjoyed that she actually gave birth. A piece of me. The foal is Tharos's and mine. Mixed feelings churned within her, one of pain, and anger that she had to go through being a mother, but the other feelings were a strange happiness and glee that she actually delivered her own foal. Laying her head back down, with a half hearted smile, she shut her eyes, breathing normally again, leaking tears.

Feeling the baby beside her, after resting and enjoying the moment, she turned back up towards her rump taking a glance at her baby. Everything else came, like a natural reaction, something instinctively that she somehow knew how to do like many other mares before her, Storm stood up snapping the umbilical cord between her and the child. Nuzzling her baby up, Storm smiled with pride. My baby. My precious child.