PROLOGUE
The silhouette of the weary, mud-splattered pony seemed to waver as it trudged through the Everfree Forest. Their tattered, blood stained cloak billowed behind them as the storm whipped their mane around their head and the rain plastered the fur to their body.
As they broke through the edge of the forest, they seemed to take notice a cottage glowing warmly not far ahead. They started towards it as the storm got worse.