"Will she be alright?" a stallion asked, concern in his voice. He glanced down at the young mare, who sleeping peacefully. Her fluffy coat was dark gray, and her long mane was dark turquoise. She smiled in her dream, little white fangs poking out of her mouth. The stallion could not help but grin at the mare's peaceful expression. She was always a fighter, only peacful in her dreams.
"I assure you, nothing bad will happen to her. Her magic power will slightly weaken, so she has no disadvantange against the other test subjects," a purple mare replied, adjusting the glasses on her nose. The stallion glared at the mare when she said the words 'test subject', and she quickly looked away.
-~*~-
The dark-furred mare awoke to darkness. She glanced around, but her effort was futile. She saw nothing but black. Trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness, she slowly stood up. I'm in a room of some sort..., she thought, groping around for walls. Where am I? she asked herself, walking in a different direction. As the mare thought of what to do, she realized something. The memories of her life were all gone. Except for one thing. Her name. Serpent.
