Grasswing closed his eyes. He saw Graythorn again. It had been 5 years since Graythorn had died at the wings of mountain herd's evil overstallion, Rockwing.
Grasswing kept reliving the battle that had left him a dud. A tear slipped from his eye. He let it fall, he wished he had been able to save his young beautiful colt. His mind drifted to what might have been if he had saved his foal.
After Grasswing had rescued all of the foals and they were home with their herd. Grasswing's whole family was together. Brightflower was napping on the grass with Graythorn at her side.
Grasswing trotted up to his family. "You guys doing ok?" He asked gently.
Brightflower coughed and coughed then said. "Fine....... I am feeling a little better....." Sweetroot shook her head. "Grassfire I need to talk to you." She walked with him away from Brightflower. "She is getting worse Grassfire. I'm sorry I cant heal her all the way. Please forgive me." She hung her head