It’s kind of funny, and kind of said, that being forgotten and abandoned was the best thing that Witche ever did for Magika. Under Vána’s care the little filly had flourished. That mare had been an angel. She was patient, kind, warm and nurturing. She had been everything that her mother wasn’t. She didn’t snap when questions were asked. She didn’t lash out with teeth or hooves when little mistakes were made. You would think that Magika would despise her birth mother for treating her so cruelly. But the young filly didn’t have the energy to hate Wicthe, instead she pitied her.

One day a new mare appeared in the Desert. A beautiful black mare with a spotted blanket. Another mare that Nyimara had stolen from her father, Lucifer. Evidently history has a habit of repeating itself. Just like her mother this mare was also pregnant, presumably with a foal that was her half sibling. Magika must admit that the prospect of not being alone anymore was comforting and yet she felt sad. Yet another mare ripped from her home, yet another family separated.

Magika had watched Teagan from a safe distance. She had so many questions she wanted to ask the mare. She desperately wanted to learn more about her father. And even a small part of her wanted reassurance that her mother had made it safely back to the Dunes. It was difficult to get too close to the newest captive under the ever watchful gaze of the Desert queen. Until one morning Magika was about to snatch her moment when something unexpected happened.

From her cover nearby, the yearling watched with wide eyes as a black stallion stormed through the sands. He made a beeline for Teagan, exchanged a few brief words and a tender touch before the pair of them left for the borderline as quickly as possible. “Father?” Magika’s words were barely a whisper on the breeze. She watched through unfallen tears as his dark figure grew smaller and smaller before finally vanishing on the horizon.

'Please take me with you' she begged silently as she took a few staggering steps out of the dry shrubbery. It wasn’t too late, maybe he would turn back and find her now she wasn’t hiding. But then she saw Nyimara chasing after them and she knew he wouldn’t turn back now. With her head held low and tears streaming down her face she started slowly walking away. Subconsciously looking for the only horse that seemed to care about her, Vána.