I should be dead.

That's what Sweet Cherry thought to herself over, and over, and over again. After all, one simply doesn't fall out of the sky when struck by a storm full of thundering and lighting. Especially when the landing left a gaping hole in your chest.

Yet here she was.

In a place full of a once-dead race known as Deer with ex-snotty business mare turned cheerful as her guide and apparent caretaker. Oh and if that wasn't enough the deer that saved her held a secret that could very well turn Equestria on its head.

Oh, how she wished she stayed home.