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    Who would be screaming at this hour? Written Script stood up, a bit sleepy, but waking up. Why were they screaming? It had sounded like a grown mare. He quickly checked his kitchen window, but didn't see what he expected. Instead of seeing the cool summer night, he saw blood. His window was stained with blood.

     "Please don't hurt me!" he heard a filly scream, "Please, please, please don't hurt me!"

     Written Script rushed out of his house. If somepony was in trouble, he wasn't going to stand by while they could possibly be killed. Especially if it was a filly. What he saw shocked him. A dead mare, and what could only be her foal crying, cowering away from some sort of monster.

      "What the hell is that?!" Written Script exclaimed.

      "Y-you can see it?" the filly stammered. She was an orange pegasus. Her mane was white, and her eyes were blue.

      "Is that a problem?"  Written Script asked, stepping in front of the filly, his horn illuminated.

      "That's not going to work!" the filly exclaimed, "We have to get inside, it can't follow us there! Is that your house?" The filly leaped onto his back.

      "Yes." Written Script said.

      "Then go to it!" the filly said, "You can't possibly fight it now, you have no weapon, no protection!"

      "I don't-" Written Script started to say, but looked at her scared eyes, "Alright." He bolted towards his door, just missing the monster's grasp.

      "What's your name?" Written Script asked her once they were safely inside.

      "I'm Sunny Daze..." she said, trying to sound happy. She wasn't.

      "Was that your mother out there?" Written Script asked.

      "Y-yes." Sunny Daze said, almost crying.

      "Don't worry, kid. You're safe now." Written Script said.

      "T-the prophecy." Sunny Daze managed to say.

      "Prophecy?" Written Script asked.

      "Yes, y-you are the prophecy." the filly said,

      "What's this prophecy?" Written Script asked her.

      "It's said the most powerful out of all of us will be a story teller, born to a non-gifted family." Sunny Daze said, "He will save us from doom, he must."

      "How do you know I'm an author?" Written Script asked.

      "That's easy." Sunny Daze said, "Volcano told me."

      "Who?" Written Script asked.

      "Oh, how do I explain this?" Sunny Daze asked, "I don't I can. But I know somepony who could."

      "Who is it?" Written Script asked.

      "Could I use your phone?" Sunny Daze asked.

      "Sure." Written Script asked, he picked up the phone with his magic, handing it to the filly. She put in a number, and held it up to her ear, pleading that somepony pick up.

      "Spike!" she said after a bit, "It's me, Sunny Daze. You need to put Twilight on right now!...Twilight! I found him! I found the stallion from the prophecy!...Yes, he's here... Alright." the filly handed Written Script the phone "She wants to speak with you."

      "Hello?" Written Script asked.

      "Hello, I'm Twilight Sparkle." a voice said.

      "I'm Written Script." he said, "What's this about a prophecy?"

      "I refuse to say it on the phone." Twilight said, "Come by the library tomorrow. I also wish for you to explain tonight's events. And as to why Sunny Daze's mother did not contact me, but Sunny Daze herself."

      "Alright, I'll see you then." Written Script said.

      "Goodbye."

      There was the sound of a click, whoch meant Twilight had hung up. He did the same, and turned to the filly. "You can stay here tonight." he told her, "I have a room you could sleep in."

       "Thank you!" Sunny Daze cheered.