It was a fine young stallion who moved through the red sands of their home. He knew what he was doing at the moment, going home to take the place that would one day be his. His mother's sight was safe, Illusion had told him that before she died, heirless. Well trained had Abdullah been, and though he wished he had not had to leave his parents, he knew that it was either that or his mother lost her sight.
Being who he was though, he would never wish such a thing on his mother, and he had gone willingly to Illusion's lands, and become what he was meant to. There was some magic in him now, thanks to that training, but it was nothing more than a few simple healing things that he could do. That was all, but it was all he needed to be at the moment.
The powerful Appaloosa stallion moved swiftly, feeling the unease of the land, another thing that Illusion had taught him to notice. A stallion called Castien had taken over for a time, but now alot of horses had vanished into nothing, and he had returned.
"Snow Angel? Blue Jay?" he called. "I'm home!"