Lyra trotted gently along the dirt road. She had her small saddle bag filled to the brim with books and food. It wasn't the most comfortable way to travel, but she had never gone on an adventure before. Where does she go from Ponyville? Shouldn't she consult Twilight first? No. Twilight would simply try to dissuade her. Going after fictional monsters seemed insane to Lyra herself. Especially since it was human and not pony fiction. Lyra had continued to trot north, towards Canterlot. Her thoughts had continued to flow, what would a vampire pony look like? Would it still be called a vampire? Would it walk on two legs? What about werewolves? Would they be called different? Would they continue to turn into wolves? Surprisingly human fiction had included a lot of creatures Lyra already knew about, Minotaurs, Hydras and Gryphons are just a few examples. What Lyra could not grasp is that in the human world ponies couldn't talk. They were considered to be creatures of entertainment and travel. Would that throw off the vampires? They wouldn't be vampires, would they? Vampires drink human blood. Not pony blood. "What kind of a stupid vampire would drink animal blood?!" Lyra exclaimed aloud. Her voice startled some crows nearby which had quickly reacted flying overhead and partially covering up the sun. Lyra laughed. She was enjoying her adventure. Who wouldn't.

She could now clearly see the gates of Canterlot. It was tempting to go and see what there's to offer. She has only been in Canterlot a few times. "Nope," she once pronounced Big Mac's second to favourite word, "My quest is going uninterrupted!"

As the sun began to dim Lyra had realised she knew nothing about camping. Canterlot was long behind her and she did not recognise the landscape. It seemed as though some of the rocks were moving. She remembered a human "graphic novel" entitled "Doctor Who" which had shown pictures of strange pegasus humans engraved in stone who could move whenever your gaze had wandered off. Realizing it was now getting really dark Lyra had decided to lie underneath a tree. In her human stories the main character, or the "Protagonist" as Twilight insisted, would always sleep under trees if it was a good night. She used her magic to quickly take off the saddle bag and quickly rested her head on the many books stored within.

Lyra had awoken to find herself in pain. Her hooves throbbing and with a terrible headache. She took a small portion of hay and quickly digested. What surprised her was the lack of noise. There was utter silence. AS though her hearing was missing. There were no birds calling, no trotting along the road of another fellow pony. Just utter quiet. She had decided it was time to leave. Rather than trotting as usual Lyra wanted to try something new. She stood upon her rear hooves and began marching with some difficulty. Her saddle bags seemed to gently slip off but now using her front two hooves she could quickly adjust the leather fittings while walking. "Why don't all ponies do this?" she thought with delight. If she comes back and shows everyone the new way to "trot" she'll be the talk of the town. Maybe Bonbon will forgive her for the things she had said. No. She was going off topic. Her quest was to find a human monster. Twilight had assured her that it is possible but insisted on trying to keep Lyra at home. Of course Lyra ignored her. She was now past the lands she knew. Her true adventure had began.

She had continued to walk on her rear hooves for quite some time and soon she began smelling most peculiar scents. It was a very distinct odour, yet she could not remember where she smelt it before. She turned towards the location from which it seemed to come from. Placing her front two hooves down she moved off the road and into the woods. The trees seemed quite evenly spread out and were all green leafed. The bark was a healthy brown and sunlight could clearly pass through. Lyra was confident that there was nothing to fear. As she delved deeper into the woods the image began changing. The trees' bark was now a rotting brown and the leaves a boggy green. The trees seemed to be pressing closer and closer together letting less and less sunlight through. Lyra pushed past the lower branches and bushes and suddenly she came into a clearing with an old oak tree right in the centre. The oak tree was surrounded by burnt up grass and looked no better to the trees around it. What Lyra found peculiar was the small chimney like branch pointing upwards. The whole tree reminded her of a house. She continued approaching the oak and she began noticing more details. Door fittings, a small wooden handle, and a window. There was no doubt that someone had lived here. She knew where the odour was coming from. She knew that the Zebra had been creating a similar stench in her "tree house". Lyra became more cautious. The house seemed different to what a pony would live in. A more.... Human design. She continued approaching when the door snapped open. Lyra squeaked and jumped back. Her heart was racing. She began taking deep breaths trying to calm down. She had decided to remain in a position ready to run away. A shadow seemed to be approaching from the door. A shadow of a creature unlike any other. Lyra tensed up as she saw the hideous creature now standing in the doorway.

It had reminded her of a human. It stood upon it's rear hooves, or whatever they were called, but seemed to lean over a staff made of wood. The creatures face was covered in warts and the eyes seemed to be rid of colour. The mouth looked as though it was sewn shut. The nose was unrecognisable among the warts. There were no hooves around the staff. They were instead... Fingers? With long nails on each tip. Lyra had hoped to meet a human fiction creature but instead she got a human! Perhaps not the greatest example, but it was a human nonetheless. She approached the hobbled human, "Hello?"

"What do you want with Baba?" the creature asked in a croaky old voice which had reminded Lyra Granny Smith... There was something evil about this voice though. "Baba doesn't want visitors, you go away creature..." the hobbled human now turned and was about to leave,

"Wait!" Lyra exclaimed. "Could you answer some of my questions?" The human cackled,

"You want Baba Yaga to answer your questions? Just like that?" The human croaked, "Baba wants something for something. You give something I answer questions," the human leant over and from the sleeve of the robe it was wearing took a small shinning knife. The blade seemed sharp enough to cut through rocks. Lyra became uneasy,

"What would you wish for?" The human creature turned and looked at Lyra with what had seemed the eye of Lust mixed with delight,

"Baba just wants your precious blood." Lyra took a step back in shock, "Baba wants your blood to be young again. Blood of a unicorn is needed. Blood and pain are both needed. Yes.... Baba will be young again!" She cackled as though it had been a brilliant joke.

"Will it hurt?" Lyra asked panicked beyond all thought.

"Baba doesn't like stupid unicorns. Baba said, pain is also needed. Yes it will hurt, but I will answer your question and you can go on." Lyra couldn't miss an opportunity, she could ask a question about pony werewolves, or vampires! She decided to be brave and let Baba Yaga perform her evil deed.

"Come along then let's have this done." Baba cackled once again and invited Lyra inside. Lyra took slow incertain steps and soon found herself indoors.

The house was furnished in the same fashion as the outside. All was wooden, carved. It wasn't real furniture. Many skulls of different creatures and potions of all colours were scattered across the desks. Lyra had taken a seat in one of the wall "chairs" and found herself quite sickened at the contents of the room. Baba took the knife and impaled Lyra directly upon the front of her hoof. No warning or pause. Lyra's scream pierced the air and she soon lost her conscience.