        “Thou dost remember the tales told around Hearth’s Warming Eve.  We regret to tell thee such tales are mostly a fabrication.  A heart-warming tale for the winter, promoting unity.”  She waved a hoof dismissively.  “Although there certainly are such creatures as Windigos, ‘twas not as simple a matter as members of the three tribes coming together in a cave and defeating them, bringing forth a new spring for a new land.  ‘Twas instead years of war.  The unicorn tribe, in particular, was convinced of its superiority.  They had magic, and they controlled the sun.  It was not until we and our sister wrested control of the sun from them that peace treaties were even possible.”