"Dewberry?" Darkness. There was nothing but darkness flooding Dewberry's mind. Suddenly, a light shone into her darkness. A beautiful two-year-old stallion trotted into view. He trotted in front of her eyesight. He was a pinto with brown eyes and brown-tipped golden wings. They were surrounded by a gold and brown auma that looked like mist. But it was glowing. "Bumblewind...?" Dewberry wiped away her tears. "It's you! You came back!" She galloped toward him and threw her wings around him. But her wings went right through him. "Huh?" She gasped. "Dewberry, you must let me go. I am gone, you must move on." The shimmering image of Bumblewind was beginning to fade already. "No! Please, come back!" Dewberry burst into tears. "I love you! Please, come back to me! Please...!" But Bumblewind was gone. Dewberry sank down and shed tears. "Come back......." a single tear blurred her vision and the light faded. Soon, darkness consumed her once more. "BUMBLEWIND, COME BACK TO ME... PLEASE!!" Dewberry woke herself up. She jolted upright. It was dark. The other pegasi were asleep. She burst into tears. "Bumblewind, come back. Please, come back! I love you. I love you with all my heart. Please," she shook her head and threw her gaze to the stars. "Come back." These dreams (or were they nightmares?) had been bothering her ever since Bumblewind passed. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She cried for him constantly and her soul clinged for his exsistance. Suddenly, a golden glow coming from the forest caught her eye. She wasn't sure if it were the tears blurring her vision, but when the golden glow burned brighter, se was sure it wasn't the tears. As fast as lightning, she jolted up and galloped toward the glow. She galloped through the trees and when the glow burned so bright she couldn't look at it at all, she stopped and faced the beautiful stallion standing in front of her. She gasped and tears erupted from her eyes. If she knew who he was, then she wouldn't care about the dreams anymore. She checked his wings. "Dewberry?" The stallion nickered, her voice wavering. His wings were brown-tipped gold. "Please tell me you aren't a vision..." she sobbed. The stallion extended his wing across her back. "Dewberry, I am not a vision. It's really me," the stallion's eyes began towater and he nuzzled her. Yes, Dewberry was right.

It was Bumblewind.

And he was alive.