Twilight awoke one day to a normal coffee break with her daily errands. Until she ran into a small colt...
A weird colt, claiming that he`s dead. And he sure looked it, too.

What will Twilight do with the poor depressed thing? Why does the foal seem so concealed on his past?

There was only one explanation. For all of it. All of the strange, erratic behavior. Her irrational fear of the sun. Her nocturnal habits of locking herself in in the dark and closing all the blinds. Wearing her sunglasses everywhere, even inside! It was time to invest in some silver, garlic, and a wooden stake.