It was late at night as you were patrolling the old airbase you were volunteering at, your flashlight shining around the runway and closed hangars. However, rumors spread about an equestrian pegasus residing inside one of the hangars in the back, they were giant just like the other anthromorphic ponies. The hangars were never open during the day when people were around to admire the planes, helicopters and other equipment.

After patrolling in the dark for hours, you headed over to the back of the runway looking at the hangars opposite of each other. Grabbing your keys you try to open the door to the first hangar, with no luck. Hesitant you look to the other hangar on the other side, looking at your keyring as you take your first step towards the hangar, an odd heavy feeling forcing you downward to the runway wafts over you as soon you reach the door, the feeling of heaviness lifting off of you.

Trying every key you had on the keyring had no use, until the last one. You slide it into the keyhole and turn it slowly, a click was heard and soon after a loud female voice shouting. "NO! I AM NOT DOING AUTOGRAPHS TODAY! PLEASE LEAVE!"

It sounded like you heard it before, opening the door slowly you peek inside, seeing it was a living area for someone giant! Having a small living room, kitchen and door to possibly more private areas.

Loud thumps would be heard as you quickly close the door and heard the thumps getting louder but muffled as the large hangar door itself opened, an angry 43 foot tall, Amber-Orange with flame like mane and tail wearing a blue bodysuit, pilot jacket in blue and yellow colors and to top if off aviation goggles. "Look! I am not going to shout louder but I want to make things clear! I do not want anyone to come look for me! I am fine! I do not want to be your friend! I do not want company! Just leave me be!"

As quick as she appeared before you, she quickly dissapeared by closing the hangar door, leaving one more message. "Name's Spitfire! Don't forget and do not tell anyone!" You heard her angry thumps move away from the hangar door before you heard the faintest shout.

"PLEASE LOCK THE DOOR!"

Which you did of course, not wanting anyone else to wander into her place.

A few days pass as you were on night patrol again, it was raining gently as you were walking up and down the runways, walking up to the hangar Spitfire resides in. The rain suddenly began to get worse and thunder begins to rumble, hail as big as golf balls striking down onto you. Risking an earfull you ran to Spitfire's hangar and frantically look for the key to open the door.

Once you turn the key and open the door, the thumps came again, louder and quicker as you shut the door behind you.

"I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY! GET OUT!"

As you get yelled at you shout back at her, explaining it's dangerous outside due to the weather right now and don't wish to get injured.

"Fine, you can stay until it clears up! But no funny business... whatever your name is."