The young mare, a mere 3 years old, stared at her reflection in the shimmering water. The moonlight reflected off the water into her eyes, leaving a lighter tint in her dark blue eyes. She only saw herself as ugly, but others found her rather beautiful. The cherry bay mare in the reflection stared into her soul. An upside down heart shaped white mark on her forehead distracted her for a second. This is the first time she's noticed it; has it always been there?



She shrugged it off and looked up, her mane and forelock falling out of the way of her vision. She shaked her head and let out a sorrowful whinny. She was all alone - and would possibly always be. She suppressed a small sigh and walked away from the stream into the woods. The feathers in her mane brushed against her ear, causing a shiver to run through her body as she had forgotten that they were there. Their silver color with a black outline made the two feathers look beautiful. They reminded her of her mother, as she had received them long ago soon after her mother's death. The feathers is the reason she calls herself Silver, because of their silver color reminding her of the loss of her mother.



She quickly pushed the thought away with a shake of her head and picked up a trot as she passed through the woods. The wind picked up and blew through her fur, sending a chill through her body. However, it was a nice chill. It wasn't too cold, yet not close to warm either. It was perfect for her. She continued on for some time until she stopped at a fallen tree. Looking around, she noticed some apples laying on the ground and an apple tree. A grumble arose in her stomach, leading her to the temptation of eating the apples.



Silver questioned herself on whether she should eat them or move on and eat later, but she gave in and picked up an apple and munched on it. The juice spilled out of the apple as she sunk her teeth into it and filled her mouth with the sweet taste. She ate about four before she heard a faint rustle in the leaves nearby. Her body tensed and she looked up. She pricked her ears and looked around, searching for any sign of a predator or even others of her kind. Her nostrils flared as she scented the air. She couldn't find proof of anyone being near, but she felt their presence. She questioned herself, is this just my mind playing tricks on me? No. It couldn't be. She took a deep breath to calm herself and bravely began walking towards the direction of the noise.