It seemed like an enternity had passed, where the only comforting sounds to usher the golden child to sleep had been the steady beat of her mothers heart and the gentle thud of her hooves. The warm nest within her mothers womb was all she knew, what did she know of the vast greatness that lay beyond the silken walls of her palace? What adventures and wealth of knowledge were waiting for her to find and learn, to taste and witness? If only she could look past her rose window?


So she slumbered on in her gilded existence, until her great room rocked.

Panic.

Fear.

Curiosity.

What was happening? Why was it happening?

The pale lady did not have to wait long to find out, her great oak doors splintered and cracked under her mothers great pressure to deliver her. Rose glass gave way to blinding light and the realization she's damp, slicked with the fluid that kept her suspended. She exhaled with a shaky, desperate cough to clear her throat of fluids as she thrashed to right herself upon the sandy carpet she was laid against. Velvet ears flick once, twice and three times back and forth as new sounds and smells overwhelm the small fillies senses.

She wore a pelt of molten gold, lightly splashed with her mothers white while her father had given her his stripes and his blue tresses. The cerulean, azure, sapphire and sky blue stripes wrapped her neck and head proudly. Tufts of blue sprinkled with gold lined her neck and tail, promising to grow into oceans of satin soft hair until they pooled at her feet. Her final gift from her mother lay delicated laced in her fathers final gift, his crown which sat  behind her ears. The small nubs were blessed with the precious gems that lay in her mothers horns, they sparkled proudly on the would-be crown.

However, it seemed as though the youngling had a hand in her own creation. The marking that covered her face was decidedly neither her sire's nor her dam's. A bald face, in the shape of a dragon's skull.

The youngling is confused, disorientated, tired. Why was being born so hard? Why couldn't she just crawl back into her palace and try again another day when she felt stronger? She lifted her skull marked head to better look around with her sea green eyes. Despite their disorientated gleam, they're intelligent and alert, and they finally land on the large body behind her.

Was that her Ma?


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