There was once a bedtime story, about a red pegasus lurking in the shadows. The story was good at scaring the little fillies and colts, often told by the campfires. I found an interest in this story as a little filly, the story wasn't true ofcourse. I lived my life like any other pony, before I decided that I wanted to go on adventures. I liked the stories of a adventurous pegasus roaming the Everfree and finding old relics, I too wanted to do that. I didn't come long into the haunted forest before I fell, my wings was stuck, some kind of sap had stuck to my wings and I fell. I lay at the bottom of the cliff, damaged and broken, badly bleeding. Some strange creature came up to me, it looked like it was burning but it wasn't. It was beautiful and it gave me a weird feeling. I was dizzy from all the blood loss, then the creature spoke to me but didn't open it's mouth. It said it could save me.