The dark mare wandered cautiously through the trees, almost looking like a shadow. Her ears were tilted forward, catching every sound. Every crunch of the leaves under her solid hooves. Her heart pounded in a steady rhythm in her chest, and she flicked her tail nervously. Her nostrils flared, and she breathed in the crisp cool scent of this new and unfamiliar land. The breeze gently ruffled her long mane, chilling her. She shivered. The visible sky through the canopy of trees was an ominous pale grey color looming above the earth. As she continued along her way she wondered if she would encounter any other equines like herself. She sure hoped not. She didn't think she was welcome here, and didn't want to meet any hostility. But had absolutely no clue as to where she was, and the name of this place. Suddenly, she stopped short, her mind flooded with the bitter memories of her past. She shuddered as she recalled the rogue stallion and his band attacking her birth herd, killing both her parents and her brother. He had tried to capture her, and she had been forced to flee her home, barely escaping. She had been wandering alone for the past year.

The sound of a snapping branch brought her back to her senses. She shied backwards, and backed up a few feet. Is there anybody there? Her voice was hoarse and rough from no use. But her fearful voice was just a passing echo in the breeze. Then she noticed that it was just a small red bird sitting in the branched above. But the adrenaline was still pumping through her system. She broke into a fast canter, veering around the tall trees that lay in her pay. The wind whipped through her mane, and blew her long forelock into her eyes. Her solid grey hooves dug into the earth, eating up the ground. She effortlessly leaped over a fallen log, tucking her slender legs neatly underneath her body. She gave a small snort as she landed, and broke into a trot, then back to a walk.

She couldn't afford to be making so much noise, when there could be anybody around. She didn't want to be confronted. She huffed, still exhilarated from her fast paced run. She didn't know which direction to take, so she just kept heading in the direction she had been originally going.

Abishia's hooves lead her to the Threshold, to cure her boredom. She has been wondering for days on end wishing to meet someone new, or to converse with anyone. With the figures flanking her, she swiftly makes her way to the region where newcomers are welcome, hoping to find someone to greet and welcome to the great and wonderful Helovia. The dainty and beautiful fae picks her way around tree branches and some dense bushes before entering the Threshold. Antie is leading her, to who knows where. Although she looks confident, so she must know where she is going. But, you never know, Abishia may be wrong, it is hard to tell the emotions of a ghost, and a spirit she can only see, at that. On Antie's rump sits a red cardinal, although this bird has the same gloom as Antie, and the mysterious glow. The bird chirps happily, preening its feathers and laying the ones that fall out onto Antie's rump.  The peaceful scene is soon disturbed by a loud rustling. Antie slows to a halt, Abishia coming up next to her, their sides touching. Antie flicks her harks to and fro, while the filly glances around in confusion.  " Looks like we got a clumsy one! "   Antie chuckles and nuzzles Abishia gently on the shoulder. The fae giggles, batting her long eyelashes before nuzzling Antie back, her muzzle resting on the ghostly figure's whither. The filly smiles, " Ah, a newcomer. Great! Now I can make a new friend! " Antie simply scoffs before once again taking the lead, now jogging in the direction of the sound. Excitment is felt between the small band of horses, only one though that is truly living. But to Abishia, these are her friends, and her family. She doesn't mind that she sees dead beings, she views it as a special gift given to her by the Gods.  Soon they come to a clearing, which ahead they can see a black equine, looking quite stirred up. The foal giggles, trying to supress her happiness. After a moment's delay, she steps forward, now about four horse lengths from the ebony mare. She smiles at her, although her rump is facing Abishia. She begins to speak, her voice loud and clear like birdsong, but as soft as feathers.  " Greetings. I beilieve you are a newcomer, yes? Well, welcome to Helovia. I have come to your aid to help you. I may be young, but don't be fooled. I can offer you safety with my mother and I, and a home. "   The filly breathes out, not used to this. She had probably said too much, to quickly hut hey, it was her first time. Quickly, she adds, " Oh yes, and I am Abishia, may I ask your name, beautiful miss, hmm? "   { Not to be confused, others can only see Abishia. The figures she speaks of are ghosts, not visible to anyone but her (: }

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