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It was a dark night, storm cloud rolled across the skies erasing the stars and moon and effectively blocking their light from bringing the dark world into a soft light. Thunder rolled off in the distance but as of yet not a drop of rain had fallen. The setting of the sun had brought a new bitter cold to the winter evening sending most animals scrambling for the nearest shelter as the icy fingers of winter grew stronger with the waning light of the sun. The forest was void of life, like a post apocalyptic hell. Bare tree branches swaying in the bitter wind, they seemed ready to claw at any creature that dared trespass into their dark world.

But a lone creature stood out among the darkness, curled up alone in a small clearing of trees with no protection from the wind or cold. Her coat was a soft blue and shimmering, in the light of the moon it must have shown like a jewel. Hair fine as silk fell across her face as she lay curled up in a pile of leaves that hide most of her back and tumbled slightly across her head hiding the horn on her head. She was alone, no other creature in sight. The foal was a tiny thing, her legs curled so tightly under her body long and slender, most of her body hidden by the leaves it was hard to tell what the rest of her looked like.

A breeze whipped through the small space, sending some of her blanket scattering and the tiny creature shivered trying to curl up closer to herself. One silvery blue eye opened and she looked around, with a sigh she curled up tucking her head close to her body again and closing her eyes.
He was plaguing her dreams again, that thing that called himself her father, she could still here his words as he talked to her sister '"You're my little darling and I'd fight off a whole pack of them for you. The rest of them, though..."', what kind of father treated his own foals like that. What kind of father didn’t care whether two of his children lived or died.

He hurt her, they all hurt her, living creatures. No her only friends were the dead, they didn’t call her names stare at her like she was a freak they understood, understood life was nothing more than a temporary hell before the loving embrace of death herself took them from it.

She smiled softly and pressed her cheek to the cold from of the blue bird she kept as her companion … at least until it rotted too much for her to keep around, and then had to find a new companion to call her own.

Wiggling she smiled softly and drifted back into a fitful dreams of her father as the cold wind bit at her cheeks.