Frostfall was finally letting go of the world. Little patches of snow here and there and the wet ground was the only telltale signs that Helovia had been trapped under a white cover for months. The harshest season of the year was over and during it a certain foal had grown into a young colt. It was a black little stallion with frosted fringes and a cover of snow upon his rump. The son of Lotus and Mauja had grown long legs, his mane had laid down on his neck and his tail was not a ball of fluff anymore but had grown to reached his haunches. The lump that had been his horn had spiraled out tremendously fast after he’d been wined and created the icy tipped killing tool he would need to fulfill the purpose he’d set for himself.

The winter had been hard for the boy, but it had toughened him a great deal. Feeding had been irregular mostly due to him wandering around the Frostbreath Steppe. He’d been chased by predators, lost in the mountains without food and gotten in trouble with the big black bull Lucius on more than one occasion. He even had a quite visible scar over his blue eye that reminded him to stay away from the grumpy soldier. He’d lived and learned things the hard way, because of his stubborn nature. He was still more or less a brat, but he’d learned to hide his self-admiration and little by little he’d learned to control his tongue. He’d been somewhat humbled, the prince, by the outcast life, but he still believed he was born for great things. Only now… he knew he had to fight for them!

Today he would take his first steps towards the future he wanted. He’d traveled from the new home his herd had been given, way down south to the Veins of the Gods to see if he would be granted one of his many wishes.

Determined the colt picked his way up the slippery rocks towards the shrines he’d been told should be there. In his mouth he carried a piece of the pelt he’d been wearing through the first part of winter. The pelt had been that of a lynx and it was the inspiration to his wish. He’d seen a lynx hunt once and the agility and ferocity of the feline had rooted inside the colt just like the words his father spoke to him on the beach below the Edge. ”A great King is not arrogant, but humble” Well, he wasn’t next in line to be king as it were now. His father was missing and the black jackal had taken over the rule of the unicorn’s new home. But in time he would fix that too… in time.

The colt reached the top and stood now before the shrines. He laid down the piece of yellow and black fur on the ledge. He didn’t know who was able to grant him his wish so he whispered to all the shrines: "Heavenly fathers and mother, I wish to be able to transform my body into that of a lynx’s. Who shall I call upon?"