I was born in early summer, on a small farm outside of town. My mother was a dappled gray mare, and the lead mare of our small herd. Growing up I never took the time to wonder a whole lot about much of anything, other than playing, eating, and napping. I always knew I was different than the other horses in the herd though. Not only did I have a very odd striped coat, I had these feathered apendages growing out of my back. Later I would realize these apendages where actually wings, like the ducks and geese had that also lived on the farm. I didn't start to question much until about the time I had my second birthday. I started wondering why I was so different from all the others. All of the other horses were solid in color, except one who had large white spots, but none of them had wings like I did. But when I went to ask my mother about it, she would just toss the idea aside as nothing, and tell me I was just 'unique', and for a while I believed her. Until one day a mysterious vixen wandered her way across my path. She was a very beautiful creature, and had an exceptionally fluffy tail. She walked right up to me, looked me up and down, and just smiled. I thought her a little odd at first. She greeted me and told me I was very pretty, and that my parents should be proud. I thanked her, and told her that my mother was very happy with me. The vixen laughed, then smiled once more at me. Then she said something I will never forget. She told me I looked a lot like him. When I asked her who, she replied with "Your Father". Odd, I thought to myself, no one had ever mention my father to me, and up to that point I'd never thought about it. When I went to ask her more, she had vanished into thin air it seemed. Taking this new-found information to my mother didn't yield any answers. When I asked her about my father, for the longest time she would blow the question off. Eventually she couldn't bear hiding the secret from me any longer, and I was left with a name, Zimbarii...

Who was this stallion that I had never heard of until this point in my life? My mother was not much help to my situation either, as usual. She could be very stuborn. Over time I was able to get a small bunch of information out of her. My father was apparently a well-known stallion, with a zebra bloodlines and wings like myself. He also had a horn, but I was more influenced by my mothers genes and did not inherit one. He was wild, not tame like my mother, and like my mother had tried to raise me... And then I found out that he was dead.