The baby unicorn glows with an inner pink light, the tint of mother love, a light that will not – can never – die.

Destina licks the little girl, and murmurs her name. “Stardust.”

The tiny unicorn shivers and softly neighs. Slowly she struggles to her knees, and then begins to walk.

The glade is silent, hidden eyes bewitched.

Stardust neighs again.

The magic of starlight is in her voice, the soul of a star born below.

She neighs again, and the glade sings with her, the trees fluttering in a melodic breeze that comes from nowhere, but is born to travel far, and touch many hearts with the magic of Stardust’s neigh.

Pegasus looks on approvingly.

Stardust stops and looks up. Invisible stars return her gaze.