The screams had echoed through the hall. Everypony jerked awake and ran to the source.
And there she was, a unicorn filly; her blood pouring from her neck on the floor and a cloaked figure kneeling besides her, with a bloodied knife in her hand.
For once, I was at a loss of words. The representatives from the other countries stared as the cloaked figure fled, and the father of the dead filly sobbed.