An angel has fallen. His history is obscured by the shadows of time. Few know of his past.
A filly is safe. Her sister is grateful. They are both mourning the fallen angel.
The princesses are troubled. Their power cannot reveal the true events. They are both mourning the fallen angel.
Five friends comfort a sixth. They are all mourning the fallen angel.
Why do they mourn an unknown creature?
(This is a quick epilogue of my previous story "Guardian Angel")