She sat in the corner of Sugarcube Corners every day wearing an old ragged stetson. She never took it off, not for anything. For ten years the frayed and dusty hat stayed upon her head. One day as she sat staring out the window of Sugarcube Corners, the waitress asked her why she wore such an old relic. With a bittersweet smile, Applebloom told her a tale of ten years ago.
A horrible day in history Equestria would rather forget. Seven brave mares time forgot. And the vow her sister had made upon it's brim and the hope it symbolized for the withered mare.