*Prince Nightsky was brought into the medical room on a stretcher. They laid his stretcher close to the window where the moon shined on him, slowly healing the wounds but not fully. He needed a newer strength in order to heal this wound*
Prince Nightsky: *is breathing slowly, his face half scorched like that of bacon. He's swetting from the intense heat* P-Princess M-Moon.
*he talks slowly to himself, thinking about his Fience*
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-The Doors bursted on their own, not even Magic used them, or even a push of the hoof-
Princess Moon: -She ran close to the bed- What happened?
Prince Nightsky: *moans in igony*
Blood:*trying to heal him*