From above, the wicked shall receive their just reward
Kronk didn’t know what to do with himself. He just kept circling the tree, looking for any living piece to give himself some hope. He had come to the Gates, looking to make a difference, looking to protect it and guard it, and instead, he had let it burn down around him. The large stallion didn’t know what to do, and had no idea how to go about making amends. Logically, Kronk knew he couldn’t have stopped this attack. The few handfuls of Gates horses that reminded were no match for the magical force that attacked their home.
But still, that answer just wasn’t good enough.
Some would say that he was punishing himself. Kronk would say that he deserved it. But still, moping would do him no good. It was a reaction of the lazy, to decide something was futile and give up.
Kronk needed something to distract himself from the hollowness in his soul. He needed something to latch on to so he wouldn’t see the flames whenever he closed his eyes. The flaxen stallion provided that. Kronk looked at him in puzzlement for a moment, but soon his eyes widened. They had met before.
Kronk picked up a trot and made his way to the other man’s side. He stopped near him and called a greeting.
“Ledger! Hey, what happened to you, man?” Kronk took in the other stallion’s appearance and sobered. This wasn’t some mock battle gone awry. Kronk’s eyes knitted in concern.
“You look worse every time I see you.” He didn’t mean to sound insensitive, it was just undeniable true. First it was the sleepy blue creature and now this? He couldn’t be certain but it seemed like Ledger may to into more than he could handle.
Kronk
