Sacre watched as snow turned to thick forest and cold fog, a landscape completely unknown to him which warranted a shiver in fear. The young colt had thought that maybe one day he would travel this road to the edges of the misty lands to find Mr Lace and to gaze upon the place that had once been the home of his father. This, however, was a rather premature trip that took him away from everything he knew and from all things that he understood to be safe. After all, wasn't the Worlds Edge the enemy. Even though Sacre was skeptical about it after meeting two of their members, these were still horses who had gone to war and perhaps even killed. That thought alone was enough to send shivers of fright through his young bones. All of a sudden he felt his throat catch, thinking all he had to do was wake up from a bad dream and mother would be there or Roux. Aramis would be on guard just outside their cave and father would be drifting somewhere in the darkness of the Basin. Lids squeezed shut and for as long as he could he denied what was happening, it was all a dream, all he had to do was wake up. Yet, every time he opened his eyes he was met with the same scenery and the same sickening, cold fear.

The moon shone brightly in the ever dark sky, this was her domain after all and she looked on in ominous silver. Woody scents drifted around his nostrils, the trees were more like inky outlines marred by thick, soup like fog. It was almost like walking into a graveyard, the shadows played on his innocent eyes and his mind made up shapes in the fog that made his breathing accelerate. The perfect setting to a child's nightmare. Ice coloured pools sought the form of his captor, both crimson and coal lobes laid back against his head as he dared part lips to utter a few shaky words. "W-why? W-who are you?" Was about all he managed. Sacre of course knew about the Dragonheart, he knew vaguely who she was, but the colt had never met her and never dreamed her would. She was like a legend to be scared of, a wanted mare for her crimes against the unicorns of the Basin. The child, however, would not recognize her by appearance or scent and all he knew was that some mysterious figure had abducted him from the place he called home and taken him here. A place that almost seemed to choke him with it's eeriness.

His heart hammered somewhere in his chest, loud in his ears and his tail had become rigid with dread.

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Whispers in the dark
Steal a kiss and you'll break your heart