Viktor had spent most of he foal youth training to be a hero. It was better then being around his father who seemed to hate him. His mom had die when he was young. He had been maybe only three weeks old, he could not remember his exact age though. What he did remember was the day he had lost his mother. But those thought where better left banished from thought.So Viktor grow up around his hard and angry father. His father was always spitting angry venom at him about "You only have your self in this world. Your self and you gift." Or " How is a stick foal like you ever going to be worth a darn, no wonder you couldn't save her." Of course Viktor took it to heart. At first it had hurt him but with time he grow to find his fathers hate as motivation and trained more then any foal noul should. But he vowed that no noul or familiar would ever be lost on his watch again.
These where the thoughts he had as he walked through the barrens to the Grandfather Tree. He was not just answering the call but stepping into his destiny. As he approached the milky white roots of the Great Tree he knew that by the end he would never be a weak or worthless noulicorn again. Bowing his head he waited for his test to become the hero he knew he was.
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