Stormwhisper woke up in her nest. The sunrise was shining on her through the silver clouds that lined the sky. A single leaf had fallen on her nose. It was a mix of green and brown, slowly fading into eachother from one end to the next. A crisp breeze ruffled the fillies feathers. As Stormwhisper lifted her head, she looked over to her twin brother. Fernsong was still fast asleep, and she would leave him that way. It was no good to wake up someone who would just be nosy about your plans for that day.

She took off from her nest, trying not to wake Fernsong up. As she soared over the trees she watched all the pegasi sleeping soundly. As she flew on, her wings beat above the trees rhythmically. Her pale green eyes were wide open as the sunrise trailed behind her. Stormwhisper’s auburn maine uncurling by the wind.

Finally, after some time of flying, she had arrived. Her black hooves were lightly pounding on the mossy ground as she walked up to the shimmering pool. Her reflection gleaming with the soft glow of sky. She sat down in front of it, and stared into it’s clear waters.

Out of all the Jungleherd pegasi, Stormwhisper was the only one who knew of this place. For as long as she could remember, it was her go to spot to clear her head. The filly had named it Starpebble pond, and it was by far her favorite place. It was near a cave that was rumored to have wolves living in it, but in actuality there were no wolves. So, Starpebble pond was her’s.

The weanling had come here today for a reason. At least a month ago, Jungleherd had gotten into a battle with Desertherd. No one but the Overstallion knew why, and he had refused to tell them. But, a huge war started. Her parents had been sent out into the battlefield, they were some of the most skilled fighters. But one of the stallions who lead the strongest battalion, Larkfire was his name, had killed her parents with the blow of an Overstallion. It was clear that when Copperwing (Overstallion of Desertherd) was gone, he was to take place as the Overstallion.

Even though it had been quite some time, Stormwhisper had not healed from the loss. Larkfire had probably already forgotten about the kill, it was nothing special to him. Stormwhisper remembered the moment her parents were killed, she was hiding in the leaves of a tree with one of the elders, Willowmoon, and her brother, Fernpuddle. It was horrifying, and she couldn’t believe it.

As Stormwhisper thought back to that moment tears formed in her eyes. She closed them as hard as she could to stop it, but they began coming like a stream when it starts to rain. As they fell some hit the small pond, causing beautiful ripples. As the filly attempted to hold her tears back, she heard a loud noise from behind her.