Clearwing gathered all the Sun Herd steeds with an over stallion’s call. “The Desert Herd steeds are nearly upon us!” he called. “Prepare yourself!” At the taste of war, Deathwing started tickling Stormfrost’s mind. Using all her strength, she pushed it down. She wasn’t ready to relinquish any control. Not yet.
Stormfrost went into the front line, in battle formation with warriors and battle mares twice her size. Deathwing’s tickling grew even more excited as if it could smell the anticipation of war in the air. Stormfrost shook the tickle off, but she could still feel it creeping closer in. She tried to ignore it.
Clearwing surveyed his troops like a captain. He used to be one before he was an over stallion. Stormfrost tried to freeze in a battle position. Clearwing walked up to her. “Be my secret weapon,” he said. That was the last straw for Deathwing. It heard an invitation to fight.
Stormfrost slowly fell underneath Deathwing’s mental blow, and she could only watch as Deathwing kicked the steeds around her, knocking them unconscious. After the steeds around her had fallen, it leaned over Clearwing. His eyes widened as he saw the full horror of the creature he once thought was his filly. Understanding dawned in his eyes. “Who are you?” he asked.
That was the last thing he ever said. Deathwing pounded his skull in an over stallion's death blow. Deathwing turned to face the steeds of Sun Herd. “I am Stormfrost,” it said. “Over mare of Sun Herd.” Just then, Desert Herd landed in Dawn Meadow.