Narrowleaf snarled. He walked back home, hoping Brisk was still there. He eventually reached the front door, but hesitated to open it.
The filly spat blood. "How much do you know about your wife, Prince Bolt?" she taunted, her eyes glinting. Inside, there was silence.
"Brisk? Willow?" Narrowleaf called. "...Hello?!!" - - Auto Merge - - "Brisk? Willow?" Narrowleaf called. "...Hello?!!"
Willow stammered out of her room, sobbing. "Daddy!" she squealed, tears streaming. She appeared unharmed, just shaken.
"What?!! What happened?!" He asked. "...J-Just calm down, and tell me." - - Auto Merge - - "What?!! What happened?!" He asked. "...J-Just calm down, and tell me."
"Wh-Who took her?!!" He asked, almost panicking. "Please, tell me!" - - Auto Merge - - "Wh-Who took her?!!" He asked, almost panicking. "Please, tell me!"
"I..." Narrowleaf murmured, falling to his knees. "...N-No..." - - Auto Merge - - "I..." Narrowleaf murmured, falling to his knees. "...N-No..."
Narrowleaf sighed. "...I d-don't know, Willow..." He murmured, voice quivering. He wiped a tear from Willow's eyes. "J-Just don't c-cry, please..."
Narrowleaf set Willow down. "I'll be back in a few hours." He said, walking out. He ran to the palace, staying hidden.
(I took Flitter back. Read!) "Why would you show your face here?!?!" Bolt asked, a huge ball of red energy in his hoof.
The filly ignored it. "She killed my little sister.." she said, grinning. With a small pop, she disappeared, as did Flitter, with Bolt unable to go after her. There was no response.