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The filly shook. "He-Hewwo?" She asked, thinking she had heard someone.
She came closer and looked at her from above, her flowing black mane hanging down by the filly. "Are you okay?" Phoebe asked in a slightly concerned tone. Suddently, thunder cracked and rain began to pour down as a streak of bright yellow lightning flashed close to the three stallions kidnapping Sprite far off in the distance and reflected off their well built bodies, and then died down as they disappeared into the darkness again.