Hazelblaze trembled. Rainfeather felt she was about to bolt. She pulled on her emerald-green tipped wing.

"It's not over yet Hazelblaze."

Hazelblaze was about to jump out of her coat. She lowered her head, accepting what ever would come next.

"What do we do Rainfeather?"

"Easy, we confront him."

"I don't see Lightray. Or Starfrost for that matter."

"He'll tell us where they would be, I know it. I've been studying Elmwing since I was a foal. My father always was one of his top warriors. I see his weaknesses. He killed my father, yes. But as I was walking home I saw a black flower bloom on the corner of my eye. Elmwing was upset with himself. The last thing he would want to do now is kill me, Ashstone's last thing he left."

"Wow that's the least stupidest thing I heard you say."

Rainfeather snorted, amused, and didn't answer. She exhaled, and readied herself.

"Let's go."

At that moment, the Sandwens, the tame steeds, Elmwing, and even the fire the Sandwens somehow know how to control stared at them dumbfounded. It was as if the whole world was looking down at the young yearlings.

Rainfeather shed feathers. Only a second had past, but it felt as if the universe stopped rotating.

Reality came back to her when she heard two young voices.

"I think it's her." A pale yellow-feathered stallion said.

"Rainfeather? Is that you?"