Drakkon proved too quick for Twilight’s sake. A horse may be fast and cunning, but its agility left something to be desired. He slipped past her charge and wrapped his scaly arms around Twilight’s neck. A mere twitch of his muscles had the strength to snap it, ending her life instantly.

“What a shame,” said Mickey. “Whatever will you do now?”

It’d be easy to kill Twilight. But a sinister idea formed in his mind. Why kill her, when she can kill her own friends?

- LetterSequence Round 3