Blackmoon glided in between clouds, flapping his large crimson wings. Brackentail was by his side. He was on a mission. He was sent by Frostfire and Rockwing to send a message to Sun Herd. He was leading a battilion of about 150 steeds. Mares, stallions, yearlings, and even some weanlings. He had left Mountain Herd yesterday morning. It was mid morning the next day, and he hasn't let his battilion rest. He has lost several weanlings and yearlings because of all the long distance flying. When the weanlings fall, mares and stallions chase after them. But Blackmoon stops them. "Pegasi who are not strong enough to save themselves are not strong at all." he reapeats to them every time a weanling falls out of the sky and tumbles toward ground. He likes watching them fall, almost pleased. When his steeds look at him with anger and disbelief, he just snaps, "Now the herd is free of a weak-link." Blackmoon had no guilt in his eyes, not fear or anger, his eyes were just like looking into an endless pit. They were hollow and black as his heart. Another weanling dropped... Blackmoon watched the young pegasus fall, and he nickered. "Sun Herd will soon end up like that weanling...." Blackmoon said. Brackentail pulled him from his thoughts, "Remeber our deal! I lead you to Sun Herd so you can send the message, and you give me what i desire most." Brackentail said, determined. "Yes, of course." Blackmoon said, hissing. Then, they emerged from the vein and onto Sun Herd territory.
This was rly short! Sry!! I have to save the juiciest stuff for the rest of the chapters!!