The whispers the sounds of darkness creeping along the riverbanks up the narrow passages through the rocks and into the ears of all who might listen a toll is near and for whom the bell sounds their feet will not be the last upon the ground.

The nightmares the horses burdened and hardened by the fear of all the children

They are said to have been created from the lies the parents had told their kids

Hush hush the monsters arent real

You can never be hurt as long as I'm around

It will all be okay

There is no such thing as a ghost

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself

These mares used to be the most elegant things a child could think of a unicorn they once had been called

But now as the child straps on the shoes of bravery and fearlessness leaving behind the childlike fantasy

The loyal guardians turn their back their horns dipped in the corrupted water the water of betrayal and fear

The horse turns to the night in Hope's of returning their child to a purer night but alas the stress is taken on their hold and not an endless cry for the mother that was there last night

Hurt and betrayed they try and they try to turn back to a good day

But try as they might they go about it all the wrong way