It was boring, dark and damp in his fathers cave. Full of strange colours and plants that he did not know, only that he mustn't touch them lest he wanted to die. At that warning, Sacre had shuddered and remained as far away from them as possible, both intrigued and fearful. His young mind could not yet comprehend the reasons as to why his father would want to keep such things so close by. Wasn't he worried about killing himself? The thought had deeply troubled Sacre, so he left the dark hole and began to wonder around the herd land. Maybe he'd find Roux and silently he wondered what his twin would be up to. He couldn't be that far after all, he was almost certain mother wouldn't want them straying too far anyway. The colt wondered if we would encounter any others of the herd, the prospect both excited him and scared him. What kind of horses lived here? Did they all live in caves with strange plants like his father did?

The more he thought about the prospect of meeting another the more he leant towards the excitement. The curiosity of boyhood was too hard to deny and Sacre couldn't help his need to know everything and everyone. He was full of questions, whys, whats and hows. Full of wonder and intrigue. What was the rest of Helovia like? Could he go visit all the places there were and meet even more new horses. Was it really so bad that some had wings and some had nothing? Sacre didn't think it would be such a bad thing to be able to fly, however the life of an equine sounded quite boring to his baby mind. He wouldn't ever want to lose the tiny red tinted horn that grew from his head. One day, it would grow as large as his fathers and Sacre simply couldn't wait until that happened.

Eventually, the young colt found himself staring back at his own reflection in the never freezing lake. Pulling faces at himself then laughing in his boyish tones before taking a long drink and looking out towards the rest of the land. Jet black mane standing up on end with his tail was short and stumpy. Only a few red hairs could be seen around his flank, eyes and ear with his baby fur still covering the rest. Sacre often wondered why that was and tried rubbing the places to see if it would reveal more red hairs. Yet, to his chagrin, none appeared and he once again he would find himself disappointed.

Snorting, he set of at a wild canter and dived into the areas where snow lay in the shadows of the mountain. Squealing when it sprayed up him, cold and wet. His young mind so easily occupied by the smallest of things. The sun had already set and the only thing that lit up his way was the silver glow of the moons light.

It wasn't too long before a pair of ice coloured eyes fell upon the crimson form of his brother. Roux was his twin and his best friend, for some reason that Sacre couldn't grasp, his twin had a hard time seeing at all during the day and often spent his time worrying over it. What would happen if he wasn't there to help Roux? Where might he end up?! Sacre didn't mind being the eyes for his brother, he was more than willing to protect his sibling during the day. A black shield that would always protect Roux's vulnerability, nothing would ever get past his shield. Or so Sacre thought, in wild daydreams of long adventures and dangerous foes. He would slay them all in the name of protection and gallop home victoriously through the night with tails held high in pride. As long as they were together, nothing would scare him.

The time was night, however, and Roux's sight had been returned to him. Though Sacre had yet to find out that the colt only saw things in shades of grey. The leggy colt turned to see his merlot brother nickering to him playfully to which Sacre returned with exuberance. "Let's see you try, Roux!" At that he turned to face his charging twin with a light of excitement in his gaze, dainty hooves sliding across the snowy surface in a mad scramble to find some purchase.

Sacre ducked downwards as Roux raised his hooves and scampered away, stump of a tail flicking as he did so, red and black ears swivelling atop his pommel. Freedom felt so good under his hooves, much better than that dark cramped cave of his father's. There air was much easier to breathe out here and scents of many were an intrigue to his newly born senses. So many horses he had never met before and so many adventures to go on. Maybe mother and father would let him go out exploring one day, as long as he took Aramis with him, surely that would be okay? There was so much he wanted to see!

He returned just in time to receive the nip on his short, spiky mane from his twin, to which he returned with a flick of his small, charcoal head. Moving to brush his shoulder against the red of his sibling. He took the air deeply and sighed in content, he was always happiest at the side of Roux. Invisibly linked through an indescribable bond of blood. "Wouldn't you like to see what's beyond those mountains, Roux? I want to see everything! I can take you with me, be your eyes as we explore the world. Maybe, one day, I can find a way to fix you so we can both look together." His boyish voice was wistful as he lost himself in a far off dream or even a slowly forming goal to his life.

Nobody else mattered if Roux was here by his side. A world without him was unimaginable from the day they both hit the ground, wet and surrounded by purple thistles.