A few years back simple task was given to me, to keep a mare's memory alive. If I knew what would come next in the chapters of my life, I probably wouldn't have gone with such excitement. Things went from zero to eighty way too quickly, and it just kept going, never once looking back, always moving forward. All the ponies I met, interacted with, they all had something to say about me, curious thing is that most of these «somethings» were different each time.

It was me and her, the Prosecutor and the Ghost, the small and the big, the coward and the courageous, but between all our differences we learned a lot from each other, to the point where sometimes I had doubts on which one I was.

So let me tell you a story…