The young filly pranced through the snow covered trees, grinning from ear-to-ear. This was Bell's favorite season - actually, the only season she's ever seen - winter! Her powers were of ice, so this was basically her own palace.
Bell knew that her mother would be upset with her for running off, but who cares? This was her time for herself, not to be bossed around by her elder. She looked over at a more quiet clearing, as the snowflakes started to fall lightly. Bell heard her mother's voice in her head - Don't go anywhere that you do not recognize! Do not leave my side!
- but, of course, she ignored it and trotted right into it.
But she stopped suddenly. For another horse was here. There! In the center of the clearing, was a small foal about her age shivering in fright, or cold, Bell couldn't tell which one it was. He was different then other horses she had seen before.
First of all, he had a horn
sticking out of his head. Even though he was facing away from her, she could still see it peeking over his head. He also had many strangely colored stripes on his body, and when she called out a greeting, she saw his glowing white eyes seem to penetrate her soul when he turned his head.
"Who a-are you?" he called out, his legs trembling.
"I'm Bell!" the filly called out confidently, cantering right over to him. She skidded to a stop in front of him, and he gave out a yelp, and fell onto his rump. She leaned over him. "Why are you here?" she asked, her gaze not leaving his eyes. He awkwardly clambered to his feet, and took a few steps back.
"I-I don't really know." he muttered, looking at the ground. "I guess I'm lost..." Bell snorted.
"Really? I never get lost." she said proudly. "What's your name?"
The foal shrugged. "Just... uh... call me Karmus." he said, looking back up at her.
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