|The path was a lonely one in a vast desert of desolate stone. It would seem that nothing could live here, dark or otherwise. And yet, there seemed to be a dark form, vague and undefined in the perpetual gloom of this land.|
The dark mare was sleeping - it was her mane which gave off the reddish glow. Then she opened her eyes. They burnt like fire, the intensity of her glare burning through those who would disturb her. A creature born of Friday the 13th, Va'nik knew of darkness and how to steal the luck of unwary passers.
Then she closed her eyes. Today she was not interested in those who wandered in her wasteland. There were many who were lost here, and she could find them at her leisure.
October 13, 2000