It was like a day of any other in the meadow. The sun was blaring but not to the point where it'd be uncomfortable. In a bed of dandelions laid a little lamb hybrid, soaking up the sun as his mind wandered a world of imagination

Axar was used to being alone. That's all he knew after all. He'd been left to fend for himself and learn the way of the world since he was seven.

Unlike Axar thought, today would be different.

The sound of footsteps quickly approaching rang through the lamb hybrid's ears before a figure appeared with it. Another hybrid? Their smile could rival the rays that shone above the meadow, looking like they had not a care in the world.

The running stopped as the newcomer locked eyes with Axar. Naturally, he inched backwards. He wasn't sure whether this hybrid was good or not, he'd never met another one like him before.