The Guardian Herd (12 page)

“There are
hundreds
of walkers and duds in that herd.” Star paused, letting the heft of the number settle on his friends. “I know you need time to dig the tunnel, and I won't ruin your plan, but murdering innocent walkers? I can't let it happen. Not while I breathe air.” Star's muscles twitched as he wrangled his feelings.

Hazelwind interrupted. “The night is slipping away. We need to start digging. Don't ruin this, Star. Please.” Hazelwind walked into the tunnel and began scraping dirt with his front hooves.

Star's attention diverted to their task. “Digging this tunnel all the way to the valley will take many moons,” he said. “What if Nightwing moves the herd?”

Morningleaf lashed her tail. “We have to try, Star, and I don't think he'll move them. He's claimed this territory and named the herd, and over-stallions hate wandering. It's why everyone thought you'd claim the Sun Herd lands when you grew up. It's odd for a herd to
wander
, but it's not odd for one this size to stay put.”

“I guess so,” said Star.

Morningleaf nickered. “Will you help us?”

“Of course.”

Morningleaf kept watch while the stallions took turns digging. Then she helped them remove the piles of fresh dirt and spread it to hide it. They each took short breaks to drink from a clear creek that was nearby and swarming with small, brown fish. The work was hard, but it kept Star busy while his mind raced with ideas. How could he save the walkers without ruining Morningleaf's plans?

Just before dawn they returned to the den. Bumblewind was awake and doing well, but he still couldn't remember the dire wolves or hitting his head. Hazelwind
and Morningleaf retreated to the third lair to sleep. Frostfire stayed outside.

“Is that you, Star?” Bumblewind asked when Star entered his chamber.

“Yes. I'm here.” Star dropped his head and nuzzled his friend.

Bumblewind's powerful muscles relaxed. “I knew you'd come.” He gazed at Star with his warm brown eyes. “Warriors don't give up on each other.”

“Not ever,” Star agreed. He glanced outside the den at the brightening morning sky. “I have something I have to do, but I'll come back soon.” Star turned to leave.

“Watch out for the wolves,” warned Bumblewind. “Dewberry said they attacked me.”

Star glanced at Bumblewind's bite marks. “I see that.” Star nodded to Dewberry and whispered, “Are you sure he's going to be all right?”

Dewberry tugged gently on Bumblewind's tail, her eyes glittering. “He's fine; he made it through the night. It'll take more than a few gigantic wolves to get rid of this yearling.”

Star saw Bumblewind was in good care. “I'll watch out for wolves,” he promised Bumblewind, and then he stepped outside.

Brackentail followed him. “It's almost dawn. Where are you going?”

Star turned and faced him. “I'm going to save the walkers,” he whispered. The horizon took on a hazy glow.

Frostfire, who was still guarding the entrance to the den, heard them talking and trotted closer. “Take me with you,” he said. “No one wants me here.”

Brackentail pinned his ears at the white stallion who'd once broken his orange wing at the root, but he looked at Star. “Take me too.”

Star tossed his long, black forelock out of his eyes, staring at his two friends who'd each once been his enemies. “If this doesn't end well for me, it won't end well for you two either.”

Frostfire snorted. “If this doesn't end well for you, it won't end well for
any
of us.” He turned to the brown yearling. “But you should stay behind, Brackentail. Nightwing already knows I'm here—he saw me with Star—but he doesn't know about you. You're supposed to be dead like Morningleaf—you can't risk being spotted.”

“That's true,” agreed Brackentail, looking dejected.

Star noticed Brackentail's tight muscles and pinned ears. Frostfire was causing his friends nothing but distress. “I'll take you with me, Frostfire.”

“Saving the walkers is a dangerous idea,” warned Brackentail, looking from one to the other. “If we lose you, Star . . .”

Brackentail didn't finish the sentence, and Star faced him. “Just focus on that tunnel, no matter what happens to me.” Star lowered his neck and pressed his forehead against Brackentail's. His breath hitched as he spoke. “And take care of Morningleaf . . . if I don't come back.”

“I will,” Brackentail promised.

Star turned and flew toward the valley, followed by Frostfire. He had to save the walkers. It would tear his soul to shreds if he didn't. As he flew away, he realized something awful: he hadn't yet healed Morningleaf's aqua feathers. “I'll come back,” he whispered over his shoulder. “I promise.”

STAR AND FROSTFIRE GLIDED TOWARD THE VALLEY
on the wave of a fast current. The sun was beginning to rise, swathing the green grass in pale streams of yellow light. The Ice Warriors had already marched Wind Herd onto the Flatlands to graze, and the harsh winds whipped their tails against their flanks.

Star thought it was not the worst place to settle a herd of pegasi, and it was probably the best place to settle a herd this large. He scanned the terrain, viewing it as an over-stallion might. The interior of Anok provided enormous grazing space and hundreds of shimmering freshwater lakes. Rounded, leafy trees dotted the plain, shading the pegasi as they walked with heads down, their teeth
ripping at the grass. But the high winds, giant wolves, and violent storms made this home less than ideal for the pegasus foals.

Star circled the valley once, purposefully showing himself to the five herds that were now one—united, but conquered. He had not abandoned them, and he hoped that the sight of him would bolster their mood. Frostfire landed, waiting as Star swept over the herd. Thousands of heads rose and eyes blinked, mistaking Star's shadow at first for Nightwing, but when they recognized the shining white star that marked his forehead, they nickered delighted greetings.

Silverlake was there. Star spotted her shining feathers quickly, but her gray coat was dull and her eyes barren. She didn't know that her filly, Morningleaf, and her adult colt, Hazelwind, were safe, and so close to her. But it was her genuine grief that made Morningleaf's “death” all the more convincing. Star wished he could land and whisper the good news into her ears, but Silverlake's relief would change her attitude, and any sudden joy would alert her guards that something was amiss. Star flew away from her, noticing that many of the pegasi were in similar shape: dull coated and slouching, empty of their former fire. In this land of plenty, they were not thriving.

Nightwing thundered across the grass, whipping his tail and looking stunned. “You're back,” he brayed.

Star landed in front of him, and the two stared at each other. The starfire rumbled in Star's belly, and he prepared to project his shield should Nightwing attack him. He advanced on the ancient stallion, biting back his rage. “What are you doing with those walkers?” he asked.

Petalcloud and her Ice Warriors had forced six hundred walkers, mostly elderly pegasi but also dozens of disabled warriors and several dud foals, into a straight line. The dark stallion watched Star, his head cocked, his eyes curious. “I think you know or you wouldn't be here,” said Nightwing. The nearest Wind Herd steeds had stopped grazing to watch the two black stallions meet on the plain.

Standing before the ancient Destroyer, Star felt young and inexperienced, and his long legs threatened to crumble beneath him. But he arched his neck like an over-stallion and pricked his ears, feigning confidence. “If you don't want them, set them free,” he said.

Nightwing slit his eyes. “I won't do that.”

“Then return them to the herd.”

“They're duds, Star,” hissed Nightwing. “You remember what that's like, don't you—being stuck on the ground
like a horse. I can't protect them.” He flattened his neck and panted, fanning his starfire.

“Then give them to me,” said Star. “I'll protect them.”

Nightwing pricked his ears, realizing Star was serious. “Why? They're useless.” The walkers lowered their heads, seeming embarrassed by all the attention.

“Stand tall,” Star whinnied to them. “It was Grasswing who ended the battle in Sky Meadow. He's a legend now, and he was also a walker. You're not useless, you're needed.” Star turned back to Nightwing. “I want them and you don't. Does it matter why?”

Nightwing paused, his eyes narrowing. “Suppose I let them go, what do I get in return?” He glanced at Star's chest where he'd once pierced it with his silver fire, almost killing Star.

Star winced, remembering the pain of that attack, but he would not offer the Destroyer his life in exchange for the walking herd. “What do you want?” he asked, and then cringed. The Destroyer could ask for
anything
.

Nightwing's silver starfire crackled across his back and down through his hooves, sparking against the moist grass. He pranced, and Star saw the hatred glowing in his dark eyes, the telltale heaving of his sides.

Star threw up his shield.

Nightwing roared starfire at him.

The pegasi in the Flatlands spooked and bolted. The Ice Warriors tore after them, and Petalcloud whinnied commands.

Star braced, but the massive blast of silver light streamed around his golden orb. He spoke from inside his shield. “You can't kill me.”

Nightwing threw back his head and poured starfire into the sky.

Star pricked his ears, waiting for the Destroyer to finish.

Then Nightwing turned on the walkers and took a huge breath.

“No!” Star leaped in front of Nightwing and kneeled, lowering his head like an under-stallion. “Tell me what you want!”

Nightwing pranced around him. The Wind Herd pegasi regrouped and stared, their wings limp. Star knew how it looked, like he was submitting to Nightwing, and he was, but not in his heart. Star hoped they could strike a bargain.

Nightwing's eyes snapped to Star's, and his expression changed from frustrated to triumphant. “I'll tell you what I want—a tribute! One that is greater than Spiderwing's
nest in the Jungle Herd lands. One that will reach the clouds. One that cannot be destroyed by fire and that will stand for ages.” He arched his neck around the idea, savoring it. “And I want
you
to build it for me.”

Star rose from his knees. “I don't understand. How would I do this?”

“Build it on the top of that swell,” said Nightwing, pointing to the eastern side of the valley at the highest ground. “There's a riverbed on the other side. It's full of large, flat stones. Pull out ten thousand and stack them as high as they'll go. I want my tribute visible from the ocean in the west to the ocean in the east.”

Star's eyes rounded. “Ten thousand stones?”

Nightwing peered at the walkers who were gaping at Star. “Do it and I'll let them live.”

Star squinted toward the riverbed. Spiderwing was the Destroyer's rival four hundred years ago, and the Jungle Herd pegasi had turned his nest into a monument to honor him. Now Nightwing wanted to be honored too, and since no one would do it, he would force Star, his
current
rival, to build it. Constructing a tribute to Nightwing would also serve to humiliate Star in front of the Wind Herd steeds, but it would save the walkers' lives. Then he glanced at the hill where the tribute would be built.
It would take many moons to complete.
But so would the tunnel
. Building the tribute would give his friends time to finish their project and begin smuggling pegasi to safety.

Finally Star spoke. “All right. I'll build it.”

Nightwing folded his black wings and drew in his starfire. “I'm setting three conditions,” he said. “No steed can help you, you cannot use your starfire for
any
reason, and you must live alone, in banishment.”

The closest pegasi who were listening gasped. To them, banishment was a punishment worse than death.

Nightwing continued. “Every time you violate a condition, I'll kill a walker. If you fail to finish the tribute, I'll kill them all. When you're done, I'll let the walkers go, but until then they'll live with Wind Herd.”

Inside Star, his resolve melted. Moving ten thousand stones, by himself? It was near impossible. But when Star turned his head and looked at the walkers, he saw their relief. “And what about him?” Star asked, nodding toward Frostfire.

Petalcloud interrupted with a huff. “Keep him or kill him. He's banished too.”

Star heard Frostfire's short gasp of shock, and he felt sorry for the white stallion. Perhaps it was better to have no mother than an evil one.

Nightwing glanced at the hill. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get started.”

The six hundred walkers dipped their heads gratefully to Star and then trotted back onto the grassland, guided by seven Ice Warriors. Star flew to the riverbed, dropped his wings into the water, and lifted out the first stone. Frostfire stayed close, still too shocked to speak.

Nightwing trumpeted his victory into the sky and then joined his massive herd on the Flatlands. Star noticed that he wouldn't let the pegasi fly higher than the trees—like they were all newborns. The herd returned to grazing, looking dejected. Star was building a tribute to Nightwing—and he understood how it appeared, like he was doing the opposite of fighting for them. Like he was giving up. But what the pegasi didn't know was that Hazelwind was near, and that he was a digging a tunnel to save them.

Star turned to the work ahead of him. The sun rose higher, and the heat awakened the bugs. He knew Echofrost would tell Morningleaf what he had done, and the reality of it was settling on him, more cloying than the heat.

He would be busy building this tribute for many
moons, and Nightwing would be watching him. When would he visit Morningleaf? He hadn't said good-bye to her or healed her wings. With his heart heavy and his wings already tiring, Star set down the first stone.