The very next day, Black came back from school and ran to his bedroom. He put his bag in the corner, and went back downstairs. <> Mr. Andershoof frowned and then he made a gesture to Black. Then he did the same to Mrs, and he took Black with him. It was raining heavily. They walked a lot, getting even more far from the perifhery, until they got to a stone face that usually was brownish, but the rain gifted it a grayer colour. There was really green grass on the ground. After a little while, they got to a nook in the rock, obviously digged by water. There were two gravestones put one near to each other, no flowers decorating them; just wild roses. No pictures: just two writings. Most letters were erased <>, then he looked at the other one: <> Mr. Andershoof got near Black and started to talk
<>Black felt his heart stopping. An arctic ice gnawed his ribs, and then it spreaded all over his body, making every emotion freeze. He slumped, and began flooding tears, whining loudly. He was so sad...But in his heart, something changed. He wasn’t the same anymore. He grit his teeth so hard, he felt pain. The first physical emotion in the whole day. The rain loudly roared on the stone in the colt’s unstoppable sadness wave, and suddenly a strange light came from his flank: his Cutie mark appeared: Two symmetrical white wings and a shiny halo on them.
His life will never be the same.
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