Brisk wasn't normally a weak pony. But she couldn't handle it. Her eyes closed, and she fell unconcious. Flitter caught her, and laid her down, and ran after Bolt.
Bolt was in the forest, surrounded by fire. "I WILL FIND WHO OR WHATEVER DID THIS!!!!! AND WHEN I DO, THERE WILL BE NOTHING TO DESCRIBE WHAT I WILL DO!" He yelled, the flames intensifying with each word.
"Brisk? Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up..." He asked over and over, trying to nudge her awake.
"No.. no.." she thought. Flitter followed him, seeing the fire. She took a step back, and leapt through them. She came up next to him, and lay a hoof on his shoulder, tentatively. "Bolt?"
Bolt noticed Flitter standing there. "You weren't supposed to see that..." He said, still seething with anger.
"Hmm... Maybe if I..." Narrowleaf said, trotting through a decorative suit of armor. "There we go!" He said, taking possession of it.
"Flitter...can we go home now? I really don't feel too lively...by the way, I forgot to tell you...I got bit by a timberwolf, which reminded me of Leaf, which made me snap...so it looks like we'll be together foREVer." Bolt said.
Brisk looked at it curiously, a little fearful. "Of course. I came after you to see if you were alright."
"Well...let's go. Damnit, I can't hold back anymore!!!" Bolt said, collapsing to the ground, tears falling from his eyes.
Brisk looked at the ground. "Dead?" Flitter put a reassuring hoof on his shoulder. "Oh.. Bolt." she said, sadly.
Brisk whimpered a little as she looked at it. "How long.. will you be here?" she asked. "I think he did realize it." she said softly.
