Steed's bellowed an angry scream for being away so long . . . nostrils flared, taking in the news with disappointment. Fate's Omen now had almost as many stallions as the Main Herd, but numbers had never mattered, though they helped. He was glad to see that The Black had been accepted.

Front limb extended sharply to graze the ground. Soon, it would be soon that Fate's Omen would decide to attack, this was becoming more obvious as he retrieved more stallions. He was not just guarding his herd, it was clear he would try to extract revenge upon Dark Star's claim.

And he quietly swore to himself that even if Dark Star was taken down, and he himself were still alive he would fight for what Dark Star had believed in . . .