Magenta trotted through the woods, looking around. She was 2 years old now and gorgeous as ever. Her flaxen mane fell down to her shoulder and her white tail brushed the ground gently. Her chestnut coat glistned in the scarce sunlight that shown through the small gaps in the trees. She knew her father was a forcer, his name was Crimson. She hoped that she could find him, she had grown up without a father and wanted to meet him, even if he was a forcer. She held her head high and whinnied loudly. She waited, anxious and scared for him to arrive.

Crimson Waltz into the forest where his daughter stood and he smiled brightly. He remembered how little she was when he first laid eyes on her, and he couldnt belive how much she grew. "Hello Magenta." He said in his horse voice. "You are as lovely as your mother is. You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you." His eyes were a light blue. "So how are you, love?"

She smiled as her father walked up to her, "Hello father." she blushed slightly at his compliment. "I am pretty good. Mother misses you."

He Smiled at her. "I miss her too. She was one of the loveliest mares I have ever laid my eyes on.. Well except for you and your sister of course."

She grinned, "I think she said she wanted to visit you, but she's scared to come in the woods or the caverns."

He chuckled "I see, Well its dangerous around here. You musnt come back ever again. I'm sorry but I can't risk a forcer ever getting his hooves on you." he said seriously. " But as for your mother,I'll meet her in three days..By the apple orchard" He nuzzled his daughter and sighed, cherishing the moment he had with her.

She nodded, "Okay dad. I will tell her." She smiled as she nuzzled him back.