Linear bodice shot through the autumn forest, as the moon lay erie and cold shadows lying in it's wake. A great bark of light vibrated through the trees, and the sun took root in the eastern sky after a long, cold night. The trees were a rainbow of warm colors, with the occasional disconcerning brown. The ones he liked best were the orange, for on the trees they twisted like the fires of his home.

He couldn't really say what he was doing here, except that the other lands were unbearably boring at the moment. In a flash, his black bodice emerged from the shrubs to find a tranquil stream, and following it, the brute found himself next to a small lake. The water slushed in a strong breeze, which made leaves crinkle around, seeming to run from an unknown enemy. That's when another flash came. From his quiet perch, he was engulfed in the flames of thought, his eyes going mysty.

All around him seemed to be blood, screaming, and most of all, death. The rich trees from moments before were bare, scorched by the fire. Even if he was an evil horse, this future scared him, for it was so evil that he couldn't comprehend it yet. And in the smoke, he could see the outline of himself, with a crooked smile, eyes burning a thick red.

Suddenly he snapped back to reality, breathing hard, and sweat corsing down his back in great torents. So, that was what would happen. The heart of an already evil one would darken beyond comprehension, and Sweetwater would go up in flames. In a wild frenzy, he slipped from the perch, tumbling into the water. Gasping huge amounts of air, firey brute climbed up onto the shore, and stood there, trembling, before calming down, and lying upon the sand. Huge head rested on a log, and he watched as the sun climbed its middle path.

And his heart was already darkening.