HEROES MAY DIE

Foals had become a common thing within the Edge. It was a joyful time of year, and for the most part, everyone seemed relatively happy despite the recent going-ons. The invasion had put a damper on many Helovians, but it had done little to dim the spirit of the World's Edge herd.

Thoughts of Tor were running rampant in the stallion's mind as well; the pale mare had wandered off to who knew where, proclaiming that she needed to find her family. The news had been difficult to take in, for were he, Laila and Luken, not her family? The Friesian could remember mention of Tor's family once upon a time, yet she hadn't seemed intent to set out and find them immediately. Wherever she had gone, whoever she had sought, whatever her reasonings... it all seemed urgent.

Knowing that his children were safe within the deeper parts of the Edge, Destrier had gone out to scout the borders as per his routine duty. As of recent, the land had been abuzz with newcomers. It was his duty to try and welcome those seeking a home in, and chase those who meant harm out. All seemed fine and well, as usual, until a piercing cry cut through the air.

With a sudden worry filling his chest, Destrier turned towards the sound and immediately set off in a gallop towards the source, until a pair of youngsters came into view. One, a spindly legged bay whom he recalled seeing around before, and the other, a pale white and blue filly with the strangest of horns twisting from her skull, whom reeked not of the Edge, but somewhere else.He'd come just in time to witness the bay's kick, and the unicorn's retaliating rear, neither of which looked playful in the slightest.

Keeping his head held at it's natrual arch, the Protector approached, hardly hesitating to move in between the two youngsters. "Easy, now," his voice rumbled, deep and yet so gentle, "What's the meaning of this? There is to be no fighting like this; you are too young yet." The latter of his words were directed at the smaller of the two, before he focused his sights upon the unicorn. Where had she come from? Why had she wandered into the Edge in the first place? There were a multitude of reasons he could think of, but he would not assume.

He wanted to call the yearling out on her actions, wanted to say that she ought to know better, yet he did not know what had sparked their actions in the first place. For now, he would keep his mind open, and listen to what either had to say.

BUT LEGENDS ENDURE