I made this chapter longer than the others because all of the previous chapters were really short, anyway, here it is!

Chapter 4 “It’s time you fillies know who I am. My name is Stormwing, over-stallion of Ice Herd, though some still call me Stormtail.” The dapple-grey glared at a young buckskin stallion, who looked down at his hoofs. “You are Ice Herd steeds now, young fillies, and will treat me with great respect, for I am now your over-stallion.” He lowered his purple wings. “We leave tomorrow morning, so get some sleep.” Stormwing pointed at a grey stallion and the young buckskin. “Guard them.” Stormsun whimpered, and Riverblaze looked at her. The grey stallion had just kicked her in the shin so she would move back. Blood ran down her leg from the wound.  Riverblaze narrowed her eyes, “Back off!” she said. The grey stallion looked at her in surprise, but then he turned away.  One by one, they began to fall asleep, but Riverblaze and Stormsun couldn’t fall asleep. Stormsun’s wound was swelling up and was hurting terribly, and Riverblaze didn’t know what to do to help her new friend. All of sudden, the buckskin scooted towards them. “Let me help you,” he said. Stormsun looked at him suspiciously, and Riverblaze widened her eyes in surprise. “Now why would you help us?” she asked. The young stallion took a deep breath. “Nightwing and Petalcloud stole me from my parents when I was a weanling. Then, my mother was killed by the tornado, and my father was killed by Nightwing’s starfire. I had nowhere to go, so I followed Stormtail, but that was a mistake.  Stormtail bullied us and ordered us around like slaves. When he claimed himself over stallion of Ice Herd, I knew I wouldn’t call him Stormwing. My friends, who felt the same way about him, tried to escape, but Stormtail executed them. Ever since, I’ve just been trying to survive.” A tear rolled down his cheek. There was a long pause. “I’m Thornfrost,” he said, after he recovered. Thornfrost rapped his light green wings around Stormsun’s hurt leg. “Is it bad?” Stormsun asked, pricking her ears. “Well, it could be worse.” Thornfrost said. “We need cold water.” He looked around. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When he left, Stormsun asked, “Should we trust him?” “I think so,” Riverblaze said, just as he reappeared with his wings held tightly around his chest like a pouch. Thornfrost dumped the water on Stormsun’s leg, and then added a green paste to cover the wound. Stormsun seemed to relax and was soon fast to sleep. Thornfrost was about to fall asleep, but Riverblaze shook him awake. “How did you know what to do with Stormsun’s leg?” she asked. Thornfrost sighed. “Sweetroot was there when I was born. She was very kind to me, and when I was a month old, she started teaching me about different herbs and plants, and that’s how I knew how to help Stormsun.” “But you weren’t even a weanling yet! How could you remember all of that?” Riverblaze asked. “Trust me, I didn’t have many good memories in my life, but that was one of them, and it wasn’t all too hard to remember. Now, you should get some sleep.” Riverblaze nodded and leaned against him. “Good night,” she said. Thornfrost put a wing around Riverblaze like her father did, and he fell asleep by her side.