It was a rainy day in Equestria... in the time where Unicorns and Pegasi, Earth ponies and the like were all segregated from each other. A wolf was sitting by her fire, clad in a black cape. She was a full-borne wich, powerful in dark Witchcraft. She gazed into the hot fire, chanting softly. She saw an image slowly come into focus..... a shadow followed by a halo. A wolf and a bear.... and her entire kingdom fall apart. She cursed softly under her breath. Her firesight was almost never wrong at these things.
