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 heard his daughters neigh and trotted towards the whinny. He smelled a stallion and pinned his ears back, he started to gallop full speed. He saw them and slid to a stop between her and the stallion. Smoke blew from his nose and his eyes glowed red. "Magenta." He said in a booming voice. "Is he giving you any trouble." He looked down at the stallion and scoffed. "I dont care if you talk to my daughter.But if you force her..I will kill you." He said. And he meant it.

Crimson lifted his ears and trotted over next to his daughter watching the stallion through black eyes. He snorted and stomped his foot, waiting.