It was bright. Too bright at first for the azure eyes that battled against the strange power that touched his face. Dainty nostrils took in his first breath of the living world with the overload of scents bringing him fully to life. He was a stark contrast to his mother, dark like charred firewood with tufts of black mane. There was a promise of red marks to show upon his flank, eyes and ears, but his baby fur was covering them well for now. His eyes were a piercing blue, a memento to his mother, just like his horn that was made of her fine weave. The little black colt laid there for a moment, a bundle of legs and small split hooves, head lifted up to view the new and exciting world. However, his concentration was taken upon another movement to his side, looking down the colt saw his brother for the first time. He blinked in startled observation as he realized that whatever it was next to him was the same thing as himself. Accept this one was red and white with the same feature adorning his head. Yet, somehow the colt felt an unseen pull towards the child next to him, like they were the same and something he could not see tied them together.

Something soft nuzzled him then and the colt jumped in shock, gaze roving to catch the sight of his mother who was pale and beautiful. Her voice was calm, soothing his racing heart in a way only a mother could as she said something solely to him. Sacre. Was this his? Was that what he was? A word for himself that very soon he would come to understand that this very word was indeed his name. Another word was given to the child next to him, his name was Roux. Finally another nose touched him then and his head swung to gaze upon his father, a crimson stallion who was huge to the wide eyed Sacre, who decided that his father rather resembled the colt next to him.

It wasn't long then until nature nudged him gently and he unfurled his legs shakily, cloven hooves attempting to find some purchase on the floor to stand for the first time. He couldn't do it at first, falling over in a heap with his ears flickering in confusion. The concept of standing was a hard one to grasp at first, though he knew somewhere deep down that he must do it. In his first minutes as a child he experienced a fair few emotions as he went from annoyed, to angry to simply exasperated as he battled with his spindly legs. After a few rests and failed attempts, Sacre finally got to his feet and dithered over to his mother for food. Satisfied in his difficult accomplishment of getting to his feet and viewing the world from a different height. Tail happily dashed from side to side, enjoying the innocent moments of childhood alongside his family. The problems of the world had not yet touched this young soul who cared for nothing, but his growling belly.