Sorurn stared at the bloody filly, a crazed hunger in his eyes, waiting impatiently to tear that filly to shreds. Midnight Star looked angrily at the smiling chief, hating every golden strand of fur on his body.
"I'm going to tear you down to the bone, chomping on every little muscle in your puny body," Sorurn chuckled quietly.
"Heh heh, you sound like a cannibal... I knew it, you eat every filly and colt that you find a disgrace to your village," Midnight shot back, with her small bloody wings flared. Midnight's eyes were fully black showing every drop of evil in her.
"You need to watch what you say to your father's leader," Sorurn scolded sarcasticly.
"ENOUGH," Midnight yelled. "Time for your last breath." With that Midnight lunged at Sorurn biting down on his throat. The second blood touched her tongue, Sorurn flung her off, slamming her into the stone wall, knocking the air out of her lungs. Sorurn took this chance to pound her with his hooves, severly breaking her ribs. Midnight cried in pain, as she felt her severed ribs trying to pierce out of her chest. Finally, Sorurn stopped when blood, started dripping out of the corner of her mouth.
"Your life will end, but tonight, you shall take your final slumber. Morning will rise with you, but will fall without a cursed filly," Sorurn whispered in Midnight's ear. He lifted up his massive hoof, and let her fall to the ground with a small thud. Her father rushed to her sobbing, 'I'm sorry' over and over into her reddend silver mane.
Sorurn looked down at the stallion and his battered filly.
"8 a.m sharp, tomorrow morning, bring the filly and maybe some tissues," Sorurn said sternly, smirking at the last part.
As Sorurn had said, Midnight's father regretfully took the battered filly to the middle of town. Believe it or not, Midnight was hoping it was some type of execution for her. Though when she was disguised, the other fillies and colts had made fun of her. Midnight's hopes were risen as her fathers were dropped down to Hell. There stood in the middle of the village, were two hanging nooses at the end of two ropes. They both were going to be killed. Midnight eagerly ran towards the ropes, trying to decide which one was best. In the end, she had to choose the longer one, for she could not reach the shorter rope. Sorurn walked up behind both of them and stated in a large voice,
"Today we are gathered here to witness a cursed filly's death, plus her father that had betrayed our traditional ways. They both shall be hung." He motioned to the executioner, who pulled on the right lever next to him. A trapdoor opened from under Midnight's father, letting him fall until a sickening crack echoed in the air, along with cheering and yelling. Midnight stared at her hanging father, warm tears spilled off her white cheeks.
"Chief Sorurn, may I say a few words before I die," Midnight asked quietly.
"Fine, just hurry up, you should've died last night."
"I, Midnight Star, cancel my own execution, for I have committed no crime to this village," Midnight spread her unbound wings and took flight, hovering slightly above the wooden dock. Everypony was shocked and angry at the rebelling filly.
"Kill her!," Sorurn screeched at the executioner, who was worrying about more important matters. He had forgotton to bound the filly's wings, and he was, in his and Sorurns mind, a complete dumbass.
"I said kill her! Throw a spear, a knife, anything! Just kill her!" No pony had ever seen a filly escape their own execution. Midnight had now slipped out of her noose. The executioner grabbed onto a knife and threw it at Midnight, missing miserably. Sorurn halted the ruckus, with a hoof.
"Leave her. Any five year old filly that can escape her own execution, is not respected but is at least allowed in my village," Sorurn turned to a small grey unicorn colt at his side.
"You might have fun with this one. She's a little fiesty."