"It's always some kind of mystery that always ends up to us," Srana whispered by candlelight, writing in an old, worn book.
"If of all incidents could they be directed to us?" She continued, taking down her white cloak's hood that was draping over her. A loud gush of wind blew into the cave she was sitting in and her candle went out.
Srana stood up with her book, glowing with her horn's emerald aura and walked into a slim tunnel at the back of cave, which must've been her home.
But as she slept peacefully, she never knew of the dark spirits that were roaming around the land that surrounded her..
As the sun was setting over Equestria, Canterlot still shine with all it's light all over the city. You could see it for miles, it definitely looked like a happy place. But inside Canterlot castle, things weren't going too well.
