all of us have a hero and a villain in us

Spring has been around for a while now, and summer was upon them. The days grew warmer, it did not rain as frequently. The grass began to become more dry, and less morning dew, the flowers started to sprout and the trees stopped shedding there early buddings. His mares had delivered foals this season, with two fillies and two colts to claim, and Morigan who had a filly that was not his. Although Morigans filly was not his, he would accept it as his so long as she desired it.

He stretched his legs out as he made his way to a field that was in his lands, it was a large open space surrounded by trees covered with there green leaves. The grass was lushes here, great for grazing, and the open space safe for the foals to stretch there legs. the creek was not to far off to play in if they decided to ponder off. Archam figured it was about time the mares all meet each other, and the foals could meet there siblings. 

Trailing by his side was his first born son, Loken, the red roan colt still small and fragile trailed behind him. Light was rarely around now a days which caused pain to Archams heart, she has had two of his foals now, the first he barely knows, and he would not let that happen again with Loken. He decided to take care of Loken while Light went off, although the stag clearly could not produce milk for him. He hoped that by the mares meeting one would offer to take in Loken while his mother was gone, or they could take turns. He stepped forward letting a whinny escape his maw, it echoed around the field, and could be heard deep in the cobblestone. He hoped this would call the mothers out, so they could all meet. He nudged little Loken to explore out while they waited.

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