Destry lands next to me, her electric hooves shooting out bolts of electricity. I tell her not to feel pressured to stay, that we don't have to live here, but she tells me she likes it. I visibly relax, glad that my new mate is fine with the desert. I've already learnt that the desert is not for every horse, and it would be a shame if Destry were to not like it. I think about the home she was just in- the Hidden Falls. With waterfalls, rainbows, and lots of shade. I can imagine why Destry had chosen to live there. Unfortunately, the Dragon's Throat lack shade and waterfalls and an abundance of trees, but there is a rather nice oasis.

I look out into the distance, scanning the area for any signs of horses, of life. At first, I see nothing and wonder where everyone has gone, but then I see the one-winged mare, Africa, cantering towards us. Silas is high in the sky, probably enjoying the breeze. She slithers to a halt in front of Destry and I. She says 'Afternoon...' simply as a greeting, with not much emotions.. not much-- flavor. I do not care how she greets us, because I am more focused on the next things she says. She introduces herself as the Sultan of the Dragon's Throat.

Shock shakes through my skeleton, but I really shouldn't be shocked. I knew, everyone knew, Africa was headed to the position of Sultan. She was (and I assume is) extremely active. She is (usually) sweet and generous, so I see no problems with her being the Sultan, but I am almost offended she didn't tell me. Even if I am not her friend anymore, it would've been nice to know this tidbit of information. When I had asked her what position she was directly, she didn't answer me, and now she suddenly is okay with telling her position to everyone. Maybe I am slightly hurt by this. Suddenly, my ecstatic mood has vanished partially.

"Hello, Africa. This is my mate, Destry." My voice is stern, confident. I glance at Destry when I say her name. I gently reach my muzzle out to her, attempting to just touch her for a moment. My mate. This is a strange feeling, but I like it very much. What will Africa think of us? If she doesn't accept us as a pair, she will have to deal with me, the fire one, and Destry, the shock one. Together, I'm sure we could be unbeatable. And we will be unbeatable.