I know I may be wrapping this story up a bit too fast, but I've no other idea to end it with.
To those who stuck with me to the end of this story, thanks!
One last time: Un-betaed and I don't own the movie.
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Spirit was speechless; this was the little white filly whose father he had killed.
A figure moved out of the shadows, he had heard the commotion, and, although he was aging, thought it best to see what all the commotion was about and risk the fight.
"Who's there?" He rasped.
Two whipped her head around and thought she had a moment of déjà vu. Then she looked closer, and her eyes practically fell out of their sockets.
"Blacklegs!" She yelled.
She rushed over to him, and while marveling how this filly had grown up, saw who she was traveling with, and let out a squeal of anger.
"Blacklegs, calm down. Um, you know Spirit. Well, it seems he lost his band, have you seen any horses running wildly this way?" Two asked.
"Just a little while ago, they went north." Blacklegs replied.
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The tree spent the next few days gathering up Spirit's band. And at the end, Two looked back at Spirit with disdain in her eyes, and trotted off with Blacklegs, and she knew that there never may be another incident where she was pressed to destroy the promise she made to her father.