Under the heat of a relentless sun a heard of Nomadic druids carefully constructed their lives within the citadel of weathered beauty, a disharmonious landscape of sand and sun only trowed upon by the most capable of men. Vianne's mother and two aunts were three of the many mares that were part of this heard of unicorns, using the singular horn upon their heads to guide themselves to much needed sustenance, such as water and vegetation. And by the grace of the sun and the moon, the generosity of the stars they lit the path through a cloak of uncertainty. Enshrouded in a world where all things in their realm are governed by paradoxical mysteries, swearing by an oath of strange secrecy. Harsh, cold, seemingly devoid of passion, the depth of the herds transgressions remains unknown Vianne's mother followed faithfully behind the large Arabic male horse named Adham, known for his bravery the epitome of vestige skill in defending his heard and their way of life. Being pregnant with their first foal, Vianne's mother struggled to keep her moral and vitality. Fortunately she had the help from the other women, mostly Vianne's aunts who will soon play a large role in raising the effervescent Dapple. The air held a peculiar fragrance which the mares assumed was the stench of demise seeping up from the hot sands where they stood. A draught passed through the quaking fermented vegetation that surrounded the large congregation veiled in ebony, as if the Grim Reaper himself crept along each cold stone as if it was partaking in some sort of voyeuristic fetish. The weather was over-casted and gloomy attributing to the strange connotation of decay and the scent of sweet fresh agriculture. There was something approaching the small Nomadic heard of unicorns and it was stead fast in its quest. A raid. Vianne's mother and aunts heard the thrumming sounds of aggressive hooves racing in their direction, and they knew without hesitancy that they needed to get out of there as the feeling of asphyxiation came over them. From a distance, the sounds of death, screams and war echoed behind the pregnant mare and her sisters who feverishly hurried to place distance between themselves and the bloody raid . Two months later in sweat and tears, the salt of laboring washed over Vianne's mother., He rpoor heart was racing in her chest. Pounding in her ears until her head was throbbing with agony. She felt something consuming and eating her soul, viciously, draining her away. She was gasping and shaking with fear. Numb with the struggling as her every muscles contorted and her lips peeled back with a moan of pain. With mental restraint the two Aunts watched the slow and painful death of their sister and the birth of a baby girl. They raised her successfully , though not without much peace. Four years had gone by and the Aunts in their elder years decided it was time for Vianne to move into the field where she can be placed with someone who may be able to handle her at a more equal energy. Though, poor Vianne has no idea that the two nags plotted her future, to place her in any Stallions way.