The world was not always as peaceful as modern Equestria now knows it. Long, long ago, there was a race of immortal beings known as the perytons, who have long since been relegated to the footnotes of history.
Some believe that they still exist, somewhere, tucked away into a corner of the world. Some say they still return every decade, to take their tribute.
Meanwhile, in a little village, Bright Eyes prepares for his first Hunt.
Written for the May World-Building Alliance Writing Competition v2.0
Currently considered 'Complete' as of time of publishing, but I wish to return to this story in future, hence the "Incomplete" tag.
Big thanks to Aragon for his words of wisdom.