“We went back over to the cloud and we saw Star flying from the ground up towards the Hundred Year Star. He flapped his wings and opened his mouth, and at that moment, not only was he nearly blinded by the Hundred Year Star’s light, we were too.”

“In the exact instant that the starfire rushed in to fill him with it, there was a brilliant flash all throughout the Golden Meadow and there was a deep voice reciting Anok is soon to be in turmoil. I was fearful because I thought that Star would be leading that charge in making turmoil in Anok.”

“I opened my eyes and saw Star on the ground again, looking energized. The Hundred Year Star had healed him, which I assumed meant that he would be a healer. I later learned that the reason Star had both the power of the Healer and the Destroyer, and the fact that he ran out of starfire, was due to the Golden Meadow steeds’ concern about this poem.”

“I stayed there for another three years, training. When Darkblaze, Nightpearl, and Blackstorm were born, the training was kicked up a notch and I was preparing to fly back here.”

“ ‘Remember, Starfall,’ said Spiderwing. ‘. . . one thing is certain: their job will not always be fun. These leaders need a leader, a steed who can guide them. That leader must have the strength to be a resource without any of them. This leader will not get guidelines or anything, more or less, this steed must handle well under stress.’ With that said, he wished me good luck and gave me his blessing to go back to Anok.”

“I flew out of the Golden Meadow by flapping my way through that strange cloud that we had watched Star through. I saw two of the black foals in the air flying with a white filly, a buckskin colt, and a bay colt. You know the rest.”