In an old abandoned Graveyard, not far away from Dodge Junction, the rattling of bones was heard…you can just make out a purple hue coming from them….then they began to form together; they moved into the shape of a pony….almost as if it is undead…until…a recognizable figure was assembled.

“Who dares enter the Grave of the Soul Carin….I will rip off your hooves and put them on a-“

He noticed you.

”Oooh…. snarl. just a mortal….”