“I… I felt okay… like I’d…” The world was swimming. Catskill’s legs gave out beneath her. “I… didn’t think…” She’d risked her life to save that unicorn, agreed to escort her through dangerous terrain, and what’d she get in return? Death. She was a zombie, a mere necromantic thrall, nothing more. Did she even have a soul anymore? Or was she just a hunk of meat that thought it was Catskill? Her life — her very being — was over. Raising the dead was illegal. The moment the Royal Guard heard about her, she’d be… purged, simply for existing. All because she’d tried to save the wrong pony.