My mother sniffed him cautiously and smelled no threat. As usual when a colt was old enough to be considered a stallion they would be chased out of their own herds and would have to build a herd of their own. Fighting for mares to create a herd, was natural and so The black sort of claimed her as his and as there was no other stallion to claim her or fight for her, He and my mother through the natural course of life, bred and Sun Dancer, became in-foal. It was about that time when there was another violent storm, like the one that frightened my mother and the black and her were separated. That's the last time she ever saw him, my father, son of the midnight sky.
Well after they were separated, my mother travelled in the direction she believed was Abu Já ben Ishak stronghold. She or rather we travelled for days, she on her feet and I, in her belly, after many days, a war broke out somewhere and my mother ran faster towards the direction and….
Reached a pasture fence.
It was a different pasture but she was hungry and thirsty and so joined a couple of other mares and foals, hanging around the water troughs and hay nets. After she had had a good fill, she lay down and fell asleep.
Around midnight on that day, when the night was dark and the stars were very many I was born. Nobody knew my mother was expecting a foal and so no one was there to help her give birth to her first foal, but some wise old mares and their foals.
When Abu Já ben Ishak returned from the war, he looked heartbroken and disappointed. My mother's half-sister heard that he had found my father, but he was stolen when the sheikh was fighting. The rich sheikh spent many days sitting on his chestnut stallion, staring into the hills…as if one day the son of the midnight sky would come, galloping back to him. It was not to be and my mother knew.
On a particular rainy day, the sheikh sat about two paddocks away from me on his proud chestnut stallion, sitting and staring, sitting and staring. He looked so sad, I decided to cheer him up and do a little dance. I whinnied, jumped, bucked and raced along the fence, whinnied and repeated it. He whirled around as if he had saw a ghost and I did not know this at the time, but his big heart swelled with hope again and the hope of saving this 'dying breed' of horses. At that time though, I only thought that I had cheered him up as there was a great smile on his face. He rode his chestnut stallion toward me and came through the gate and left his stallion to graze. I galloped towards him, curious and reached out a tentative nose and he, looking at me all over, suddenly widened his smile until it seemed to be coming out of his ears. He threw his arms around my neck, ran to the middle of the pasture and shouted "Midnight Sky hear me! Your Grandson has been born! He shall be forever safe, shall he stay in my mountain stronghold and save this dying breed! Hear me now and see that foal! HE IS THE SON OF SHÊTÂN!