B.C. (before Celestia)

Three days later, Pick regained consciousness. A beautiful young unicorn mare was chanting and standing beside his bed. She was the only pony he could see. Only then did Pick realize he was only seeing out of one eye. The unicorn’s chant had the trace of a song to it and it seemed to be helping Pick recover from his wounds.

“That’s enough Ing” said a voice out of view, the beautiful unicorn complied and smiled at Pick.

Pick struggle to get up and immediately regretted it. Every muscle in his body screamed at even the prospect of moving.

“Easy lad” said the unseen voice.

Pick turn his head toward the left. Using his one good eye, Pick looked over at the unseen voice and chuckled, and instantly wished he hadn’t.

“Broken ribs hurt, eh?”

“Yes” Pick wheezed.

“Hello, don’t try to talk. My name is Star”, said the bearded unicorn “and this is my daughter, Ing. I’ve been teacher her healing magic. She is good at it, yes?”

Pick managed to nod his head at the strange looking pony. A unicorn with a beard was not the only unusual thing about him. There were bells on the brim of his tall pointed hat.