part 1, Moon

Once a upon a time a filly lept and danced, white mane flying. She was as white as snow, out in the open,though alone.  Her herd called her Moon, for she danced at midnight, alone under the moonlight... She was special, she was a unicorn... She did not notice she was being watched. She danced on, her mane and tail flying, neat hooves leaving faint marks on rocks. Then the horse watching her neighed. She vanished, there for a second, it seemed like she vanished into the rocks. He neighed once more, 'It is I,' he called,'I have watched you, come back, come back.' A answering neigh came from far away, 'Neeiiggh'. She,  the filly who danced with living light, was free and wild.