Siiah was growing elderly, and her muscles were no longer as strong as they were, coupled with her love-Chevelle's Tragic Death her soul was much weakened. However, she would perservere, if only for the youngster at her side, Royalle. She knew that it was her job, her duty to teach him how to rule, and how to be a good and decent equid - lessons she failed to teach Vulcan and regrets. Her flight from Arenoso would not lead her back to the lands, she knew in her sickness she would be unable to return to the lands she cherished for so long. Each waking moment that she feels too weak to teach Royalle, she remembers Vulcan and somehow has the strength to carry on. She taught him lessons of humility and survival, as well as sent him off, even at this young age, to find food and bring it back, building strength, stamina and endurance. He had to learn humility to survive and be willing to survive on little, and what was provided, but most of all, she taught about how to lead. She told him of his heritage, and the prophecy prior to his birth. His job was to lead and regain Arenoso. He had to know it.

Royalle Destiny, Royalle to his mother, was an almost carbon-copy, on the outside, of his father, Chevelle. A chestnut with the same build and look, save his facial mark- a rough C, almost as if it was the mark grown back from an injury during his conception. The hairs grew in white, as usual when a branding or scarring occurs to the pelt of an equid. He learnt to be patient, kind and caring for his mother while learning his lessons and of his heritage. He learnt of his brother, Vulcan, and sister, Pride. Vulcan's mistakes and being were the opposite of Royalle. He was born to rule, and all could see it. He was nearing one year of age, and was already far more intelligent than many foals, with the strength and stamina of the desert Arabians.