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"T-tell Phoebe I---" she wheezed with the last of her energy before she coughed up a mass of blood that slid from her mouth at a diminishing pace. Dahlia suddently went silent as her mouth hung open, a single string of saliva hanging from one of her front teeth to the bottom, as her deep chocolate brown eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head. Her once beautiful, concave, and well chiseled face went steely cold and hard, her last beads of sweat hung upon her blood stained forehead. The mare's mane swayed in the breeze. It was the last thing ever heard from her.
"Oh dear. Oh dear." Sienna said, hanging her head and crying.
Phoebe pranced up, wondering why the mare was crying over the strange black figure. It appeared to be strangely familiar. "Sienna?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
