Mintblizzard stared in horror at the limp body of Darkmist. She looked away quickly; it was bad enough gazing upon her victim. She hated to even think of Darkmist as her “victim”. All the colts trembled and backed away from Mintblizzard; clearly afraid of what she might do next.
“I’ve never heard of a filly murderer,” Minceclaw whispered.
Jadefray’s head flew up; his eyes rimmed white, “Let’s get out of here!” With that all the colts that were capable of escaping flew away.
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That day Mintblizzard spooked at even her own shadow, and for the rest of the afternoon she stayed far away from the herd. She flew to a deep cave she had found on the day she was weaned. There she would live for as long as she could. At last, Mintblizzard glided into the cave; she had stored up food there when the time was needed to stay; and she knew the hour would come soon, and she was right. Mintblizzard’s friends would be concerned about her and asking where she was. But this was for the best; for her sake and everyone else’s. Mintblizzard gazed at her herd, which was settling in for the night; as was she. The appaloosa filly never thought from the moment from her birth that she would be a broken pegasus; living a life of hardships and trials. And let alone probably being the first filly in Moon Herd to be a murderer. The Moon Herd steeds were known for being quiet and peace-loving. They were descendants from all five herds. They were not known for having any of their mares or fillies as violent as she. A sudden longing for someone to care about her overcame her thoughts. Mintblizzard’s milk-dam pitied her, so Violetquake took her in as her own. Bladethorn, her father, didn’t care what Violetquake did to Mintblizzard; so he didn’t interfere. Mintblizzard’s knees buckled beneath her and she collapsed. She lay at her side, wishing she could die. The appaloosa filly burst into tears, “Why does my life have to be this way?” She cried out, her voice carried into nothing; as if nothing in the world had heard her, “Why can’t I be a normal filly?”
As Mintblizzard expected, no answer came. She lay there, sobbing, in the empty cave, alone; and seeming nothing in the world cared or ever will care about her.
“Oakwind, Oakwind!” Coraleaf called, gliding over trees, while scanning the land, “Oakwind where are you?” Coraleaf flew down and landed in the midst of the forest nearby her herd grazing grounds. A sudden moaning erupted behind a thicket of brush. “Oakwind?” the blue roan filly called, and creeped cautiously around the brush.
She gasped; there in the middle of the small clearing, was a body of a pegasus. It was Darkmist, according to his gray green wings, and cream-colored coat. Her heart was beating violently as she stepped toward him to take a closer look. The grass around his head was stained red, he was dead. An animal had probably killed him, she thought bitterly, but suddenly, she disagreed with herself. An animal had not killed him, a pegasus did. Darkmist had received a death-blow. Coraleaf trembled at the thought, no one had seen this… or had they? More moaning erupted from behind a tree. Coraleaf galloped toward it, “Oakwind!” She cried, tears streaming down her face, “Oakwind, oh, Oakwind; what happened?”
The colt opened his swollen eyes, “Go get help,” he wheezed.
Oakwind lifted his head slightly to face Coraleaf, “Go…get… help!” He cried, and fell back down again.