The dawn had just broken over the land, the night creatures fleeing to their homes and the creatures of the day waking now. One of these was an elegant horse, walking slowly through the woods. Her coat caught the light and reflected like an opal, giving off shimmers of blues, reds, greens, and purples. She was the nearby town's fabled ghost horse. Many young men in the village had tried to capture her and tame her for their own, but she was smart. No matter who it was, she eluded the traps set for her, almost as if she knew what they were. There were times though that the mare would go to a person, one who was lost, and she'd lead them out of the forbidden woods. Today was quiet though, and the mare wandered gracefully out to the edge of a clearing, heading to a babbling brook nearby.