The ebony steed nodded, "Agreed." He watched Mulan with awe, after the agree, his masculine head shot around to see the femora colapse to the ground, he quickly trotted to the mare's side. He nudged her slightly, "The Silver Coppice shall never fall, tis as the saying goes, The good guys shall always win." She was a friend he had to have comforted her but he wasn't so relient on the saying himself, a quick streak of lightning came down and the wind blew harshly into his face as he starred out into the setting sun, what if evil took over?
