Eclipse scrambled in the river frantically, but the current was too fast. Just before he fell over the edge, he conjured up his silver starfire. He tried to hurl a spear at Darkblaze, but for the first time, his weapon failed him. It encased him in a perfect silver orb, which, amazed, he realized was the shield.
As he plummeted, he saw Darkblaze flying, watching him. The other black foal floated something towards Eclipse, and he realized it was the silver version of Blackstorm’s ozzy stuff. He didn’t want to think about what would happen to him if that made contact. He knew the shield would protect him from it, but that trust was misplaced. The silver goo made contact and shattered most of his shield. The top half remained mostly intact, but without the support of the bottom half, it fell faster than it had been. It plummeted even faster and trapped Eclipse inside of a dome at the bottom of the cliff. The goop also congealed to the edges of the shield, filling the dome almost all the way with it. It trapped Eclipse’s wings yet again, and he lay prone at the base of the falls.
Darkblaze landed again at the top of the falls and peered over the edge. He could see the shiny surface of Eclipse’s shield, but most of the details were hidden by the cascading water. He thought sadly that Eclipse was probably laying on top of Blackstorm’s body, not knowing that Blackstorm was alive. The one thing he did know for certain is that Eclipse was trapped and wouldn’t be trapped for long. He needed to get back to Sun Herd to tell them to prepare. He could tell that Eclipse would be leading the “turmoil” from the poem.