Doesn't the blue flame burn hotter?
Standing beside his mother he watched as his Father and Kovas approached. More steady now on his feet then he was even a day earlier. Father spoke and he listened. The introduction was short as his mother protested. Her words sharp and unkind. He didn't understand fully the gravity of the situation unfolding. This foal didn't look so bad...
As he was about to return the greeting, not more than a step forward was taken before his Father vanished. A cackle here, then there was heard behind him so he turned in confusion. Blue eyes searched for his figure as he backed into the large colt. Feeling the bump upon his flank his ears flattened upon his skull. Wide eyed he kept watching the activities before him...
He watched as his mother flesh was torn from her frame. Seeping crimson trailed down her white hide landing on the sand beneath her. Hunks of flesh laying open appeared from seemingly no where. She cried out in pain and anger. Useless kicks to air as she tried to defend herself against the ghost. Imperial wanted to run to her side but he had froze in place. He couldn't help her even if he tried. He was just a child, weak and vulnerable. His thoughts raced as he witnessed the cruel punishment she endured. Was this the world he lived in? Kill or be killed...?
A sudden burning grew within him. A need, a desire of which he hadn't felt before. For what exactly he was unsure of yet but as his Father reappeared beside Kovas, his brother, he looked to him for answers. Answers he didn't have questions yet for...
Imperial