While some young horses rushed ahead to meet their destinies others were more content to sit back and let fate find them. Magika was in the latter camp. She had left the Desert when Mazikeen had dethroned the previous lead. That had been over a year and a half ago. Since then the young filly had been splitting her time between exploring the crossing isle and visiting her friend in the Harbor. Swimming was now as easy as walking thanks to Rebel’s coaching. Some might think she was wasting her life. On the contrary she was using this time to get to know herself and figure out what she wanted out of life.

Eventually the rumor reached her ears that her father had been searching for her. In fact he had been searching for her for a while now. Magika wasn’t sure how she should feel about this revelation and had spent a few days debating with herself. Should she go back to the Dunes and reunite with him? She had heard whisperings of him being a demon. The horses in the Desert hadn’t held Lucifer in high regard. Then again they wouldn’t have had a positive thing to say about their ‘enemy’. No matter how bloodthirsty and cruel it would take a certain breed of monster to harm their own flesh and blood.

Coming to the conclusion that the worst thing he could probably do was force her to stay against her will Magika entered the sea and made the short swim back to Salem. Even if Lucifer wouldn’t let her go after their meeting, at least it would be a good opportunity to meet the other members of her family. No doubt she had a few half siblings.

As she walked upon the sandy shore the arid summer heat hit her like a wall. She must admit, she had not missed this island. Raising her head to the sky she emitted a beaconing call as loud as she could muster. She didn’t realize she could be so loud and she nearly spooked herself. Now she waited. Sea water still dripping from her dark brown mane, tail and feathered fetlocks. As she waited she tried to calm her beating heart that was hammering against her ribcage. What if her father didn’t like her? What if he was disappointed by her? Her mother had made it no secret that she thought their daughter was ugly and worthless. Well Witche was a bitch! And Magika had stopped calling that mare her mother a long time ago.