The rain poured down the cold grey sky, the little droplets of blue and white fell down onto the muddy brown and grass coloured ground below, a lone figure stood on the horizon, a lone purple Alicorn, her soft lavender wings where wide open, as if she was protecting something.

The Alicorn was crying, crying for her friends that passed away, all five of them, the small droplets of the rain fell down her lavender coloured coat, her purple eyes blinked, tears where forming.

They all died..all because they turned old, but, she was a forever lived Alicorn, she thought it was great to be a princess....

But..now...she is asking herself...

What is Hope? What is Hope when she has none left?

One friend will show the way......

And it may not be a pony you think It might be..