This was my story.
It was a long journey, and maybe even a journey worth telling. But the journey isn't over yet.
Let me first tell you what became of my friends shortly after we got picked up by the guards.
Warpath, Swift and Enerjack, who had gotten the worst blows, were treated by the best doctors Celestia could offer. The others received a checkup and were treated as well for their wounds.
After that, Warpath awarded Shadowflame and Aile honorary membership for the Strikers. They were really happy and flattered for that. Aile most of them, because well, he'd been one of the Mörklings at first. But Warpath said that he had proved worthy of membership because of his deeds for the team.
Since Aile and Wing's old home was closed down, and they had nowhere to go, they were assigned a new home in a small place called Leading Trot, where they could live happily.
Shadowflame had returned to his home and family in Canterlot, where he continues to teach on the school.
And me? Since I had nowhere to go, I would be send somewhere far, far away, for sure. But, luckily, that didn't happen. A young couple in Leading Trot, who were also taking care of the library, and were well-known by Warpath, had offered to take me in. I was really happy; not only did I have parents again, I also got to stay close by Wing!
And, for then, everything was fine.
I know Mörk will return one day. But by then, I will have my friends again. And we will defeat him, together with Illuminae. As soon as we find her, that is. We still haven't.
But that hasn't happened yet. And how can you tell a story that hasn't happened yet?