I wake and find myself stopped by the side of the road, with no one around me.<br/>"Where is everyone, I wonder. The rest of the circus troupe is nowhere to be found. I am alone. My form is fastened to the wagon by the side of a cobblestone street. A unearthly silence engulfs the area. The gentle spring night breeze rustles my mane and rustles the leaves on the trees of the forest. The leather straps that bind me to the cart scratches my skin, while the cold touch of steel in my mouth reminds me where I am. Unsure whether it would be wise to call the children or not, I decide to wait for the others by an old oak tree.