It was a wonderful, and sunny day when a pony with a sniper rifle was looking at a mare swimming. The pony with the rifle was named Scorpio, and he was an assassin. The mare swimming was at the top of a huge building, and Scorpio was going to do whatever he could to kill this mare. Why? Because he's evil.
With one shot, the mare was killed. Blood came out of her body, and into the swimming pool looking like red paint being washed off a brush.
Half an hour later, a pony was walking. This pony was known as Harry...
Christine parked in the Everfree. Under the branches. In the shadows. She waits. Waits for Lyra. She’ll come. She knows. Christine saw it in her eyes. Pony or human, the eyes don’t lie. Lyra wants her. She wants to possess her. From the moment she’s laid eyes upon her. It’s always the same. A certain type of soul falls in love with Christine immediately. Lyra will come.
“Where are you going?” Bon-Bon asks, while she’s cleaning the dishes.
“We’re out of hay juice; I’m going to get some.” Lyra replies. She poured out all three bottles they had.