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Spring was on the rise as birds chirped, flowers reaching affectionately to the sun. The desert had been warm as the cooler breezes shifted the sands like spirits invisible to the surroundings. A very hot summer would befall those that dwelled within the endless sands. Yet, one particular foal was not satisfied to rest within the sanctuary he called home. His spirit was restless as he wanted to explore out of parental views. He wasn't one to walk a straight line, he found amusing aspects that seemed devious at times. This individual also thrived in a chaotic nature while his parents and lesser-minded brothers did as they were told. The desert was comforting, even at night he wanted to explore the forest, maybe further when the land grew cold. Being a sibling of four brothers, he tended to be one of the flock to his parents. Yet, his appearance and mannerisms were more "wolf" in comparison. As he snuck out toward the forest's edge he realized his presence was joined by two more. Snorting he turned his head to gaze upon his other siblings, one more of a half-sibling to the royal ones. Seeing them following after him like a babysitter with their charge was a pain. When could he sneak out at night without being followed?!

The taller one spoke, "Where are you going?" They weren't amused that the black sheep was sneaking out again. "Your parents will be worried if you stray".

The darker colt snorted, his hoof digging in the sand, "I want to explore as our father does".

Then snow began falling, quickly as it built up upon the sand in a fervid state.

The darker colt's brother with the emerald wings blinked, "Snow? We don't get snow here?"

The taller sibling blinked, "Apparently, we do. We need to return to the Oasis Cave. Our... your parents will be worried".

The darker colt scoffed, "It's a little bit of snow. I can still do what I want".

The taller sibling known as Neith moved swiftly to block their brother's escape, "No. we must return. You need to listen to your elder".

The darker cot smirked, his odd teeth exposed, "Do not tell me what to do, You are not pure blood like my brothers. You are a carpet in sheep's clothing. I am a wolf".

As the two argued, the youngest of the brothers tinted in green grew nervous, "Neith. Senusret. We need to go back. It's getting cold".

Neith paused their argument, "Amenhotep is correct. It's coming down now".

Neith looked around as they were trapped in a blizzard, "Amenhotep! Senusret! Now, we need to return before the snow devours our path!"

Senusret felt the chill of death nipping on his neck, Groaning, he walked toward his older half-sibling with irritation. As Neith's wings curled around them, Senusret moved in for warmth. He hated being obedient as Neith fought for visage toward their home. The air was frigid now causing them to walk like a three-headed creature seeking solace from the cold. The wind pushed through fiercely as snow pelted the colts and Neith with tenacity. It became so cold the siblings had to stop walking, huddling closer for body heat.

Neith groaned not knowing her way with the winds as they whipped through the desert area. The younger stallion just did his best to protect the princes. Moving forward step by step, the blustering winds were harsh, slicing the colts' vulnerable legs.

Amenhotep shivered, "Are we almost there? I'm so cold. My wings are frozen".

Senusret refused to cry like his brother, he could stand the cold like ignoring an enemy. He silently, hoped his coat would warm up away from this freak storm.

Neith groaned feeling like her hooves would shatter if they took another step, "I'm trying. But the snow... I can't see anything but white" Neith was afraid they might not make it the more they walked endlessly within this white canvas of frozen revenge. When would this mess stop Neith wondered? Pushing forward Neith saw something that could help them. In the blinding storm, they all headed toward something that resembled a cave. Neith tried moving forward but their legs buckled causing the colts to pull down with him. Both Amenhotep and Senusret huddled as close as they could to their older sibling. As the snow piled on top of them. It seemed warmer here beneath the frozen powder. Neith closed his eyes hoping this chilled mess would end. How horrible would it be to die frozen from this wild weather? Seriously, when does it ever snow in a place that reaches extreme heat during the day? Drifting off toward a deep sleep, He felt her brothers' warmth against him.

Sensuret on the other hand was cold, wanting to be in the warmth of his home. Instead, he was curled next to his two siblings he despised more than anything. The warmth was nice though he knew if anything happened to Amenhotep and himself, Neith would be in serious trouble. The thought amused him, but he wasn't tangling with death because he felt subpar about siblings. Instead, he continued to huddle close to his older half-sibling scowling his adventure was stepped on by a freak storm.

"Neith! Senusret! Amenhotep! Where are you?!" came the voice of a mare frantic that her sons may be lost in the night. Hooves shifting in the snow mixing with sand, "Snow, here in the desert. Oh Atem please find them. Find our children". She blinked as the snow began melting from the heat of the sand. Iset felt panicked yet she knew they were somewhere close.

Atem flicked his tail, wings flaring outward, "Neith! Where are our sons? You were supposed to be watching over them! Did you have anything to do with this?!" He snorted pawing the snow.

Neith heard something as his eyes opened to snow around him. Snow? Moving, his head pushed through the scattering snow around him. Looking around he saw white chilled powder all around him from the night. Neck turning he saw his brothers huddled against him, realizing what had happened. Nudging them awake, he spoke, "Senu, Amen... wake up. The snow stopped".

Senusret yawned opening his eyes, "It snowed? Heh. I thought it was a nightmare. Cold one".

Amenhotep blinked in wonder, "So this is snow. It's kind of pretty, isn't it?"

Neith stood upright as Iset reached them, "My sons! You're alright! We thought you perished in the storm. Your father was headstrong to find you. Looking at the hole where Neith had buried the three of them she nodded, "Thank you Neith. Come now... let's find your father before he tears the desert apart." Nuzzling her children she led them back toward the cave the oasis considered home. Senusret looked around seeing the morning melt the snow as if it never belonged. "Interesting" he spoke silently, heading back to the oasis with his mother and brothers.

~ Fin

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