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Vote for Saber! The early years Saber was born a quiet September night on the plains near Brightvale. His mother was a black Uni called Mijka, the greatmother of the small herd which consisted of seven other mares, their foals, Kayfax, a massive brown stallion, and Astal, the old leader of the herd, who was Saber's father. The little colt had laid still in the cool grass, slowly opening his eyes when he felt his mother's muzzle nudging him gently and looking up at her. Mijka had been puzzled as she looked over her son, his appearance was not what she had expected. His coat was dark, as all her other foals' coats had been, true, but there the resemblance stopped. His horn was black and oddly shaped, it looked almost as if something had cracked the lower part of the base, leaving a gap in it. His eyes were empty in a way, full of life in another. He had no viable pupils, there was just swirling blue, cold, almost frightening, yet strangely beautiful and full of emotion. Most eye-catching still was the two small, dull teeth sticking out from his upper jaw. Mijka had shook her head and looked down at her son again, who peered back up at her, shook his head and let out a silent neigh. The mare had smiled, leaned down and pushed her head against the small colt. He was everything she could have ever hoped for. 
A few hours later as the sun rose, the colt was walking around near his mother, taking a playful leap now and then, falling down some, getting up again and taking another leap. Astal had been keeping his eyes on them, also puzzled by the colt's odd appearance. But seeing his son explore the world filled him with joy, pushing the how's and the why's out of his mind for the moment. The other mares along with their foals had started waking up and moving closer to have a look at the newcomer. Despite there being a lot of "My... he certainly looks... special...?" and "Look at his teeth!" "Hush Trinn!" Mijka was proudly showing her son to the others, beaming as he bravely had walked up to the huge Kayfax, neighed happily and attempted to look as big as the stallion did, getting up on his hind legs and stretching out his little stumps for wings. The stallion had snorted, flapping his own wings once to make the colt lose his balance and tumble back onto the grass before turning and making his way over to Astal, who gave him a dark glare. -Was that really necessary? Astal had said, keeping an eye on his son as he got up again and trotted back to his mother, still copying Kayfax by flapping his stumpy wings and snorting. -Perhaps not, Kayfax replied, But something is very strange about your son. He looks... -Don't! Astal had warned sharply, giving the younger Uni a stern look. -...Darigan. You cannot deny that, Astal! I know it's hard, but if your son has caught some kind of taint or corruption we cannot let him spread it to the rest of the herd! Kayfax had said, carefully watching his own sons and daughters as they played with the new colt. -Kayfax... I will only tell you this once, never, ever say such a thing about my son again. Not only is it an insult to him, my wife and myself, but it is also clear that you do not trust me to care for what is best for my herd, Astal's voice had been calm yet stern. You have to learn how to trust your elders, my boy, or your arrogance will easily lead yourself and those your care for to harm. The younger stallion lowered his head, ashamed of himself. Before he could speak Astal had taken flight and disappeared into the distance. Backstory currently being rewritten, patience... 
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