Aiden watched a white butterfly land on a delicate purple wildflower and walk around, tasting with its feet. Startled by a sudden breath of the wind, it lifted into flight, the sunlight shining through its thin wings. He'd never noticed how beautiful the pale creature was; the sun showed the thin veins running through its wings in an ornate pattern, the black spots at the wingtips marking the end. But as he noticed all of these details, he couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the horses. Everyone was gone. Layla and her foals; Yang and Macon; Americus; Sorrel and Russell. All gone. He worried most about the foals. They were horribly young when they were taken, the eldest only a couple months. I wish I could go find them, but that's what Yang and Macon set off to do, and they never came back - alone or with others. What would happen to me if I left? He sighed and closed his eyes. Everything was so difficult!