Ocellus was alone.
Her parents were out, taking her brother and sister with them, but she had chosen to stay behind.
As she walked down the flight of stairs leading from the second floor to the first, she reflected on her plans for the day.
She planned on meeting up with Thorax and Pharynx in the evening, but other than that she was free to do as she pleased.
She peered out the window, noticing the gray clouds looming overhead. Perhaps it was a good thing she had chosen to stay indoors.
As she continued to gaze outside, she saw a figure looming over her in the reflective surface of the window.
She gasped, whirling around reflexively, as she stared at the cloaked individual before her.
The pony was so close she could feel their breath on her neck.
She gulped, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to get away from the intruder.
The figure then pulled out a spear, violently ramming it into her left temple, watching with a smirk as Ocellus’s eyes rolled back into her head.