[Windy's Contemplation]

The lake was clear and calm. Ripples of sunlight danced over its waters, as the sun set behind the jagged mountains in the west. Suddenly a shadow swooped down low. The small beams of light in the water exploded into a shower of crystal droplets.

"Hreeeheehee!" sounded a joyful whinny. The spirited creature that had disturbed the lake's tranquility leapt out of the waters, landing lightly upon the soft turf of the bank. It shook a rainstorm of light from its tousled mane, and more from soft feathered wings. Sunlight outlined its snowy white figure in gold, and sparkled of a slender horn protruding from its brow. It lowered its velvet muzzle to the ground to taste the sweet grass. Then folding lithe hooves beneath, he sank down to lie upon the grass.

A soft wind blew a whispy forelock away from twinkling blue eyes. The creature blew a puff of misty breath into the wind. "Sshhhhh" whistled the wind. Windy. Always Windy here in the valley. Windy in the winter. Windy in the spring. Windy swished his long silken tail. And dreamt of another day, flying with the wind.

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Suddenly, Windy woke. To his surprise, a herd of winged unicorns soaring in the heavens above, viewed the spring, the pool of light, and decided to drop down to the earth for a drink of that sweet spring water. Windy jumped to his feet. He had believed he was the last of these legendary horses, the last unicorn to soar in the heavens.

While Windy stood in awe, most of the unipegs crowded together for a drink from the beautiful pool. It was obvious they had flown a long distance. Finally, their thirst quenched, a few started to investigate Windy, who stood underneath an old oak tree, quivering at the sight of these creatures.

He remembered that the last unipeg he had known, his mother, had died only three months after he was weaned. He remembered and wept. He wept to see others so like, and yet so unlike himself.

Unlike his snow-white form, these unipegs were coal black in color, some with white on their legs, and all with silver hooves and silver horns protruding gracefully from their center foreheads. Unlike Windy's beautiful blue eyes, these creatures had eyes of such dark coloring that it would be difficult to distinguish their expressions.

And now four individuals had broken off from the group, and were approaching, three mares and a young filly. The filly was the boldest of the four, breaking away from her mother, an old creature beginning to gray on her face.

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