Only The Heart Knows For Sure
Blue and Ghel shared a stall comprised of several rooms.
They had been stable-mates since before the deaths of each of their parents, so it was natural for them to make their home together.
Blue’s sire and dam had both become victims of the sorcerer. Blue had only been eight years old at the time of their death. The tragedy of the tribe was made all the worse with the common knowledge that all of the murdered unicorns’ magic was exploited and used by Magh to further advance his evil. From Blue’s parents, to Ghel’s. . .to many, many others. . .all of them had suffered grave losses.
At that young age, he had heard a rumor claiming that Magh used the magic of his mother’s indium-horn as a looking glass to keep an eye on events throughout MarBryn. He hated the thought that the despicable sorcerer used his mother’s magic to advance his own evil, so the very moment he heard that news, he vowed aloud to Ghel that he would avenge his mother.
Privately, though, he had nightmares about Magh wielding control over his mother’s spirit. He hoped the rumors were not true, but some inclination deep inside him confirmed that his mother was still watching over him somehow.
The golden unicorn tried hard to dissuade Blue from vowing to take on such a dangerous mission, but when she realized he was determined, she instead begged him for a promise that he would never do anything rash or venture out on his own trying to accomplish such a feat.
He had refused to deliver such a promise.
Blue never did hear what the sorcerer used his father’s platinum horn for, but it was just as well he did not bear that burden, too. He had asked about his father, but few of the surviving unicorns knew much about him, and those who did seemed reluctant to tell him much about his sire, or the magic he had wielded with his platinum horn.
Blue’s life would have been unbearably lonely, if not for his bond with the gold-horned unicorn. She had been born just days before him. Being nearly the same age, they had spent a lot of time playing together as ponies. When Blue lost his parents, Ghel’s family took him in, even though he had been a despondent and withdrawn young unicorn.
By the time Blue and Ghel turned twelve, Magh had taken the horns and hooves from her parents too. They fell in a battle known as the Great Unicorn Massacre, and their premature deaths left both, Ghel and Blue, orphans with only each other to rely upon. So devastated were the few remaining adults, by the massive losses to the tribe, that there was no one left to pay them much mind. Over time, the bond between Blue and Ghel grew. They were two neglected souls seeking comfort in the only thing that made sense to them—their friendship.
Ghel’s magic allowed her to look beyond what lay on the surface of another. When her golden horn rested on the heart girth of another unicorn; she sensed his or her emotional strengths, their hopes, and their dreams.
Her gift made her certain that underneath Blue’s plain blue hide thumped the heart of a unicorn meant for greatness. . .even if no one else held that hope. While the rest of the metal-horned unicorns had all but given up on Blue saving them, Ghel had not.
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