"She" came on the darkest day,looking as resplendent as ever,I knew then this creature would never be content;remaining humble...mortal. The light shined down,only upon an unfortunate few;whispering words to every creature it touched...of only death and kindness. And how would I know of these whispers,isn't it obvious? This shy thing,she couldn't possibly lead to my death...not the coward we'd come to know and care for. She came swift to the lighted structres,performing the same gruesome deed and digging graves that swallowed her victims and light along with the whispers themselves. She kept a frown everywhere she went,a small one,one that couldn't last when she came to her dearest friend.
What was left of the fleeting brilliance shown brightest over my home,and surely enough she came,her hooves brushed the earth but instead the surface withered with her every step. She dropped the crude showel proclaiming how unnecessary it was here,apparently I had been living in my own grave,I didn't disagree with her...not when I've always believed that to be the case. Refusing to take after her /friend/ any longer,she pulled her weapon from her wing,instead of mane. Even as young as she was she knew the outcome,our every encounter making it obvious. She'd come to the darkest place she'd ever known, for solace,she never favored the light as one would have thought...she never wanted to her wings to come close to the sun.