"We need to help Sweetie Belle, now!"
Stormcloud started to wipe away the blood on her back while Night Crest scrounged through his saddle bag. He handed Stormcloud a big roll of gauze and helped lift Sweetie Belle up. Stormcloud wrapped the gauze around her body from under her front hooves to her hips. They layer her back down on her stomach and laid on either side of her.
"Why do we have black horn, then?"
"The shadow dragon put a curse on us. It doesn't have a reverse spell or any other remedy. Legend says we have to defeat the shadow dragon in order to reverse black horn. If we can't, we will never escape, or worse."
Night Crest's voice started to trail off. Sweetie Belle rolled over and her face cringed. Her eyes started to open and she sat up.
"Are we dead?"
"You can't feel pain when you're dead."
"Then I know I'm alive."
Sweetie Belle looked down and realized she was wrapped in gauze. She put her goof behind her back and felt the blood seeping through.
"How are we going to get out?"
"That's an easy one," said Night Crest, "We'll let the shadow dragon find us and dig the ruins off of the force field. Then we can disable it."
They both stared at Night Crest, stunned that a filly of his age could know so much. They all sat quietly, hoping to hear the dragon or stones crashing together. The white smoke rose from the dragon's nostrils as he looked for the unicorns. He started to scrape his long claws against the bricks as he dug for them. He uncovered enough bricks to uncover the force field. He blew out fire and the force field started to weaken. Fear of being filled their faces as they scrounged through their saddle bags for anything that could help them. Night Crest pulled out two sets of armor and a shield. The two guys put on the armor and Sweetie Belle took the shield. They disabled the shield and ran in different directions. Night Crest ran behind a barrier of bricks. Stormcloud ran behind one of the two standing walls. Sweetie Belle ran under the dragon. She hit it with the shield and sliced open his stomach. The others ran out and threw bricks at the shadow dragon. He shielded them with his wing and spit fire at them. Night Crest ran away and Stormcloud stood in the fire as his armor heated and burned his coat.
"Now, Sweetie!"
She hit the dragon's foot and climbed up it's back. She stabbed at his scales and stood on his head. He stood on his hind legs to grab Sweetie Belle as she jumped on his head. They threw bricks at the gash in his stomach. The dragon stood still, towering over them, and crashed down to the ground.
"That dragon did us a favor by knocking down these walls."
"You can say that again, Stormy."
They stood by each other and Sweetie Belle laid her head on Stormcloud's shoulder. She beckoned Night Crest to join them and he laid down in front of them. They all stared at their hooves and each other as the black horn was cast away. They were left in their natural form. Sweetie Belle's purple and pink hair came back as curly as ever. Stormcloud purple coat and blue main was restored. Night Crest white coat and lime green hair came back. All of them were left with a black stripe through their mane and tail. A sign of their triumphs and unity. The perfect family was born.