Life of a Midnight Pony

"Night wing." A voice came from behind me, I spun around yet nothing was there. I was surrounded by desert, the red sand kicked up and sprayed onto my hooves. "Night wing." The voice called again, I tried to reply but my mouth was glued shut; "Night wing." The voice taunted; "Can't you answer?" I heard the sudden giggle of a filly. I grew frantic running back and forth, the sun in the sky burning my skin; "NIGHT WING!"

"Agh!" I could talk! I looked at my surroundings, it was a room with stars painted on the walls. My room. "Just a dream night wing. Calm down." I thought, yet I let out another yelp when I saw