Rarity slowly trotted through a dark forest, within the dense fog that surrounded her. The doling mist parting from her as she moved onward, wary of all that was around her. The constant sense of dread was keeping her tense, ready to gallop away at any sign of danger. The menacing look of the trees bore down on her, and there were things hiding in the dark brush. Their glowing yellow eyes followed her every move, while every sound made her stop, listen, alert to any danger.