“-and the brave dragon unfurled his mighty wings, wings that blocked out the sun and sky and spoke into the air. His voice roared and raged through the towns ponies hearts, filling them with fear. ‘Hear me, oh weak little ones, for I am lord of this mountain and intend to remain so.’ The ponies trembled, fearful that they would be driven out from their homes or worse, devoured.” The mare proclaimed, her voice entrancing all who listened. Many felt the fear of the towns ponies and felt the ground tremble with the mighty dragons voice. With every word, her story drew those who heard in, until the street was almost filled with her audience.
Macha too was drawn in, curious because he could swear that the masked mare speaking was Princess Skyla. But surely, he was mistaken. Skyla was, as Hazy described her, a miserable and hateful mare that never looked happy. She insulted and demeaned others. She was despised and with good reason.
Yet all Macha could see before his was a beautiful mare, smiling and laughing as she spun her tale. Her mane gleaming in the Moonlight and her wings spread out wide, as if to take flight. Her voice that crept into his heart and clenched it tight.