A spirit composed of wisps, the most fundamental entity of magic, awakes in a land familiar yet unknown to her. She remembers little, but knows that her destiny is tied with the pony folk.

However, she finds herself isolated and unable to interact with the ponies around her. What is her purpose in this world if she, by all means, does not exist? How can she find happiness in a culture that treats her very life force as a commodity?

How can she survive when even the most feeble pony can destroy her with one errant burst of magic?

Alone and afraid, she quests on.

[**This is my Entry for the 'Outside Insight' Fanfic Contest.**]

[**Oh, and I supoooossseee I should thank Blue_Pancake for his help with the editing. Oh, and for making sure I didn't panic and back out of this competition, because, believe me, I was panicking! Cheers mate!**]