User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20151013153140

War: Because the Cardinal Weapons true power is too terrifying to behold...It'd make you more powerful than any being in this realm. It would break your mind and cause you to end the world and anything that exists on it."

Death: "Where is War?"

Pestilence: "We don't know..."

Death: "Bah! I knew you wouldn't be able to come through in the end."

A small bird flutter throughout the cavern and lands on Death's head. "All three of you need to be here so you can kill this stupid bird and free me."

Pestilence: "We're sorry!"

Death: "Your apology means nothing, for you two are not in the wrong. War is the one that should be sorry...I'm revoking his power."

Famine: "You can't do that...I'm sure he'll be here soon."

Death: "NO! I am tired of waiting! I should have been freed centuries ago, but Pestilence failed to free War before she was captured."

Pestilence just looks down at her hooves.

Death: "No matter...I can sense that War is not captured, nor is he on this planet at all. He has been taken to another Realm where his power will be useless. I am doing him a favor."

Death closes "his" eyes and exhales. A faint white mist expels from his maw and floats in the air before Death. "Find War, take his powers to the Poll of Wrath, then wait for my instruction."

The mist appears to nod and takes off. Death turns back to the other two Horses. "Find a mortal with fire in their hearts. Bring that pony here and submerge them in the Pool of Wrath for twenty-four hours...We shall have another War by the day after next if you hurry. Now leave me."

The two mares nod and disappear in clouds of grey and green. Death raises on of his forelegs and the sparrow hops onto it and uses it as a perch. It begins to sing. "Yes, sing little sparrow...Soon, you shall sing your swan song..."