It was the witching hour.
A lone Mare Trotted along a gloomy path that sat along the winding roots of the Everfree forests mangled trees and plants.
The path was rough and uneven. Seemed only to be used by the forests inhabitants and the lost souls who traveled it
But the mare continued, her resolve never wavering for a moment.
The Darkness stirred
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