Though he had taken Luna’s body as a grizzly trophy, the Storm King had left the petrified corpse of Flurry Heart’s own mother behind, watching her from the other side of a glass display case. “Defiance,” the case said, in plain block letters. Flurry Heart met her empty eyes every time she walked past the bed. But then, at least her mother was dead. Shining Armor was locked in a dungeon somewhere, brought out whenever Flurry Heart needed “encouragement.”