Silver, lost in the forest after a long travel, was relieved to finally see a familiar grassy hill. Standing on the overlook, she drank in the view, her smile faded when she saw the mess that was Skyherd.
"That's your herd?" asked a voice behind her, disappointment lacing her words.
"Yes, dear," said Silver, "What's left of it." she added, her eyes solemn and bleary, her throat choked with remorse. She knew she shouldn't have left Skyherd in the first place, not for one moment. She should've known that Jingo's gang would've started a battle.
"Come on," she said, to the stunningly gorgeous, young mare of black and white that stepped up from behind, "Go and meet your father."