The steeds of Sun Herd froze in place. Stormfrost, from inside of her mind, looked at the turmoil this was causing. There was no such thing as an over mare! What was the thing doing? And it had killed her sire. She always knew it was coming, but she couldn’t believe it. It was such a hard blow that her body had killed Clearwing. And now her herd was standing frozen, staring at the thing in her mind, not knowing it wasn’t her, as Desert Herd descended upon them. Stormfrost didn’t know what to do. Deathwing had already claimed the herd. There was no taking it back. So Stormfrost mentally kicked the thing in her mind and yelled at the herd, “Fight!” before submerging into Deathwing again. Her body listened to her too, kicking and fighting the Desert Herd steeds. Soon, Deathwing was leaning over one. “Don’t kill them!” Stormfrost screamed from inside her mind. This froze Deathwing for a minute.

“Sun Herd will take no prisoners,” the thing muttered and killed the pegasus with an over stallion’s death blow. Soon, Sun Herd had the upper hand, and the remaining Desert Herd pegasi retreated, staring at Deathwing in fear. It was a machine. It couldn’t be stopped. Even the over stallion looked at Deathwing in fear as his herd retreated back into their own lands. Once they were gone, Sun Herd looked at Deathwing.

“How could you do this?” Raincloud asked. “He was your sire!” Ashroot walked to the front of the herd.

“That’s not Stormfrost,” she said and told Sun Herd what Stormfrost had told her. Deathwing narrowed Stormfrost’s eyes and galloped to Ashroot, raising Stormfrost’s sharpened hooves. From deep in her mind, Stormfrost widened her eyes. She fought hard against Deathwing, pushing it back until it was just the familiar tickle in her mind, a threat that it would return. Weak, sad, and overwhelmed, Stormfrost collapsed.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, and she fell into unconsciousness.