Author's Note

It took me a bit to write this chapter but I finally finished it! I hope everyone enjoys it and let me know if you want me to change it later.

Chapter 1: The Black and Red Colt

The story begins with an enthusiastic young filly and her father. The young filly has yellow body fur, a chest fluff, a cyan-striped mane and tail, pink eyes, freckles on her face, and a smile that might be contagious; this young filly’s name is Apogee. Her father has a thinner mane as it is also striped, but the colors of red and yellow. He also has brown eyes and a collar with a black tie; his name is Jet Stream. They are out in the woods, working on a tree-house for Apogee so she can hang out there with her friends; however, she had been hopping around in excitement rather than helping her father build it. Her father did not mind it, however, he loves his daughter too much to kill her spirit; he would just smile and keep building. On this particular day, they are building together and Apogee is humming a sweet tone to herself as they do not know that something is lurking deeper within that forest.

Deeper within the forest, there is a little colt resting with everything but peace. His back is in pain and he has scratches and bruises all over his black-fur body. He has a mane that is as red as his eyes and tail. His mane and tail, however, were messed up and his black body fur was even more dirty than a farmer. He groaned a bit subconsciously, but he is used to it at this point as he had always slept on tree branches for most of his life. He’s resting on his tree branch with his eyelids closed as little sparkles of fire came out of his mouth while he snores softly. A banging noise echoes throughout the forest and the colt’s right ear twitches to the sound of it; this noise kept him from sleeping. Apogee swung around a screwdriver, singing to herself, even though her father warned her not to. She had drowned him out through her cheerful singing, only for it to stop after it flies out of her hoof and into the forest. Jet Stream was about to facehoof as a loud, terrifying screech was heard that terrified both him and Apogee; at this point, he no longer cared about the wrench as his first instinct was to grab Apogee and take her inside. He then grabbed a revolver from his living room drawer and went out into the forest to hunt the source of the screech; however, he never found the source of the screech nor did he find the screwdriver that Apogee had thrown into the forest. He gave up and went back to check on his daughter, and she was a bit shaken as he came back.

Jet Stream put his hoof on Apogee’s head and looked into her eyes. “You okay?” he asked with a worried tone.

Apogee nodded and looked back into his eyes. “Y-Yes daddy,” she responded, “I’m okay.” She then lowered her head and looked to the ground. “I’m sorry,” she said with a sad tone.

Jet Stream shook his head and hugged her tightly. “I don’t care so long as you are okay,” he said as he stroked her hair.

Apogee still felt guilty, but she hugged him back anyways. She had a plan in her mind to go look for it as her father fell asleep, meaning she would be in the forest by herself at night.

That night, her father had fell asleep as Apogee sneaked out, as planned, and trotted cautiously by her incomplete tree-house and past the trees into the forest. She trotted nervously as she had never been by herself in the forest as dark as it was; she did not plan to be so afraid of what may be lurking in the forest, but she had to be brave to get her father’s wrench back. She noticed a mud print of a wrench as she was trotting, but the wrench was not there; she knew at that moment that whatever it hit had the capabilities of a pony as there was no muzzle print around the wrench for it to be picked up by the mouth. Her eye for detail came from school as she had began to get into forensic science, even though she did not enjoy the class nearly as much as she enjoyed the topic of space. Apogee made a mental note of the print before trotting further into the forest, not aware that eyes within the forest had their sights on her. It was not until later that she had a feeling that she was being watched. She turned her head but saw nothing before turning around and continuing to trot along. Apogee then arrived in front of an open field within the forest; it was a peaceful field and quite beautiful as it shined in the moonlight. Apogee smiled and laid on the grass of the field, staring up to the moon and felt some peace. The peace was soon interrupted as she then heard a howl that made her heart begin to race. She jolted up and looked around her, and she could see yellow lights surrounding her. The lights got closer as Apogee’s heart began to race more as she could see what they were; they were timberwolves.

The timberwolves were all around Apogee, circling her and she was more petrified as ever. Her heart pounded out of her chest; she felt as though she would die from a heart attack before she could be mauled down by the timberwolves. The timberwolves came closer and closer, Apogee tried to fly away but a timberwolf instantly pinned her down to the ground. Apogee looked up at the timberwolf, terrified as the timberwolf drools onto her face.

“P-Please don’t hurt me.” Apogee stuttered very nervously as she looked up into the timberwolf’s primal eyes.

The timberwolf was not gonna let her go and she knew it. She closed her eyes tightly in fear before she could feel the timberwolf lifted off of her, along with the sound of a squeal. When she opened her eyes, there was a black and red colt standing over her in a defensive position. Apogee widened her eyes in surprise that not only did he save her, but that the timberwolves also seemed to be terrified of him. Despite their fear, a couple of them had decided to charge at the black and red colt; the colt had dodged one of them and grabbed the right leg of the other, swinging it around and knocking it into the other timberwolf. The timberwolves then formed back together but didn’t bother to charge back at the colt, but they instead ran off and so did the others. This left Apogee with the mysterious black and red colt. Apogee looked up to him, eyes sparkling in awe as he then looked to her with his red eyes.

“Let’s get you home,” the figure spoke as he then began to trot into the forest.

Apogee wasted no time in following him, now both in amazement and curiousness.

“Who are you?” she asked the figure.

The figure then stopped and turned around, looking at her as he then replied: “My name is Thomas Suite.”