Thanks! Atleast I have someone LOL.

Staar's body flickered and appeared in the centre of the clearing.
Tymber ran over to where he lay and gathered his neck in her arms. She felt his pain. A pain that grew deep inside of him. It was bright and red and hot. Tymber let her mind gather around it and she pressed a blue coolness against it. The pain was numbed, but she realized it would never be completely erased. Neolyn did not cause this pain. Her words, Tymber's own words, caused this terrible red brand that was pressed against his very heart and soul. She knew now, the strength of a spirit bond, and how hurtful the betrayal of the bond truly was. Tymber looked back at Daire, and knew that she loved him. She loved him with all her heart. But she would never love him more than Staar. Never.
Tymber stroked Staar's head, and felt the softness around his ears. He was unconscious, but only out of tiredness. Neolyn's spell, whatever it was, must have taken a toll on Staar's energy.
Daire came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. She felt his hesitation and fear.
"Daire," she whispered, not turning around, "I'm sorry."
Daire didn't answer. He rubbed her back and came in front of her, gently lifting Staar's limp body.
She watched him walk away carrying Staar, and she followed him. Seabring was with Chilles on the other side of the trees. Chilles was nervous and jumped at Daire's appearance from the woods. When Seabring saw Staar in Daire's arms, he quickly trotted up and sniffed at the black wolf. Daire patted the horse's nose.
"He's alright, boy." Daire told him.
When Tymber came out, Seabring ran up to her and lifted her hair with his nose, smelling her neck and face. Tymber didn't smile. "You were right, Seabring." she told him. "I risk others out of my own selfishness. I should never have led Daire or you or Chilles out here. I should have come myself. I was afraid."
"It is okay to be afraid."
Tymber looked behind Seabring and saw Daire looking at her.
"It is not okay." Tymber told him. "Neolyn could have killed us all."
"You didn't know that though." Daire replied.
Tymber looked back at Seabring. "Yes I did." she said in a low voice.
She took Chilles's reigns and led him and Seabring. Daire followed beside them, carrying Staar in his arms. They didn't say another word.
When they got to Potter's, Daire lay Staar in an empty stall and took off on his own.
Tymber's fingers traced Staar's closed eyes. He was so beautiful. Inside and out. And look at her; a world of ugliness. Nothing that her pretty blue eyes and flowing blonde hair could fix. Inside she was in turmoil. She was tired and her shields were weak. Her emotions leaked out of her and caused the horses in the stable to neigh wildy. She felt their anxiety but didn't hear them scream. She blocked out the sound. In a world of deafness, she lay her head on Staar's side and closed her eyes. Her blackness came and the links were there. She stared at them and then went blind. Senseless, but for emotions that pulled at her madly, she slept.

And she dreamt.

Tymber rode out on Seabring. He wore white around his legs and on his back. Tymber looked down at herself and was white. A white army marched in front of her. They didn't see her. Her sword was heavy at her side, and, like her determination, slapped her with every step and made her go on. A black filled the sky. This black was a different colour than the blackness of her mind. It was bright and hurt her eyes. It seared her flesh and made her feel cold. She shivered. So cold.

And the armies clashed. White against black. Black against white. The white was easier to see in the darkness. They were at a disadvantage. And Tymber felt their sorrow. As clear as day, as dark as night, she felt their souls collapse as sorrow overcame them.
She saw them fall as if she were one foot away. She saw their faces as looks of horror clung to them; as each watched their brother die.

Her eyes turned yellow as they faced the eyes of grey that burned her mind. She would not get away with this. Tonight the people win.

And the demons go back to Hell.