A loud scream rang in the air. A few pants, then a grunt. “Hold on Carol!”Wintershade spoke softly, holding his wife’s paw. A baby was coming, if she liked it or not. The room was full of excitement, as Carol continued to push with all of her might. As her final push ended, a small young kid with white fur, and orange and black eyes was born. But there was something differnt about this child. As the years went on, Swiftshade grew to become a wonderful kid, A natural born, athletic goat with amazing abilities. There was something about her… No one had but her friend Smith who wanted to be around her. “Why won't the other kids play with me, papa?”She’d ask her father. He’d shake his head. But soon.. Wintershade knew it would be nearing her 16th birthday… To challenge for the throne. Wintershade looked down upon Swift as she did her daily training on the day of her 15th birthday. 1 more year.. And he knew. However, for some reason, he couldnt stand to be lonely anymore. He loved this one..Out of his daughters… This one was special. One day, Swift walked through the woods. An earthquake struck. The trees, above her, began to fall as she ran out of the forest, nearly missing a tree. She ran back to her home, where the palace seemed to be colapasing. He had done it. Wintershade.. Was finally immortal. After years of killing.. Years of Children.. He had achived his goal. Swift ran to her mother, in a nearby store that had fallen down. Her mother’s leg was under a nearby stone. As Swiftshade tried helping her mother out, she was struck by wintershade. Swift hit a nearby house as she looked up at her father, a bit of rain beginning to pour. He was… Massive. As if he’d never had any color. Swift backed up, slowly standing as her fur became damp due to rain. “Dad…”She said softly, her eyes full of confusion. Wintershade would walk forward. Without warning he lunges at her, with his blade, showing no mercy. Swift dodges, jumping on his head, before he forcibly throws her with a magical attack to the head. The attack throws her to a tree, and she lay there, still. She would blink a bit, her eyesight, extermly blurry, and almost black. She then heard a shrill scream of her mother. “MOM?”She called out, wiping her eyes. “MOM! I'M RIGHT HERE!” She said, running to her. There was another shrill scream then silence. “MOM!!”Swift called out. No answer. Swift looked around… She tried, but she couldnt see. She heard footsteps, as her body was lifted up by a heavy force.
