It's bad enough to have to deal with seeing spirits, but the paranoia only grows now with expecting a foal. At least I found a home, an odd home, but a home nonetheless in which I could belong. A little less than a year ago, tears streamed down my face after taking the wrong path. And I ended up in this situation, carrying the foal of a rogue brute. What's worse, he was expecting to see my foal! Ugh, I felt sick for a moment. Or maybe it was just that morning sickness. Yeah, that had been tons of fun. What if he expected to breed again? If the foal was to his liking, or even if it wasn't, what if he'd want to try again? Who knows how many mares he had already taken advantage of, especially in which his haunting spirit seemed to know. I knew my time to foal was coming soon, so I left the Labyrinth a bit early so I oculd be here before-

"Agh!" Yeah, not much to say when it feels like someone is trying to tear you in half. Never before had I felt such pain, but as soon as it came, it was gone. Not for long though, another wave of searing pain brought me to my knees. I just needed to lay down, as though I knew that would end it all. I did feel a bit better after rolling onto my side, but it only lasted a short while. My breathing was heavy, and I dug into the earth as though the brute that put me through this was beneath by hooves. Ears flicked by into my tangled tresses, sweat built up upon my boa. I don't think I'll ever have another foal again. Whether if it's my choice or by force of that wretched stallion. Speaking of the devil, I began to wonder where he was. I couldn't see too well, my vision had blurred slightly.

I felt the presence of the haunting mare before I could see the blurred charcoal figure. Why if I could just give him a good swift kick in a certain spot, I garauntee you that smirk would wipe right off his disguistingly hideous face. While he held no sign of comfort, the mare that only I could see came up beside me and tried to talk me through this. Even mentioning that I should try to restrain my sounds of pain, as the fatso standing by me seemed to enjoy it. But when you get a small mare and a giant stallion to have a foal, it is /not/ going to be a little foal. At least not with me. After what seemed to be an enternity of pain and suffering, it all stopped. But I couldn't sense the foal moving around, and the mare had grown silent. Rolling over to see the foal, I was pleased to see she looked almost just like me. An odd little mark was on her right shoulder, but with a golden buckskin coat, stockings and even a flaxen and dark mane and tail, she was quite the pretty little filly. I bathed her, but still no moving.

Her breathing started slowly, but it was shallow. Finally she opened her eyes, but didn't want to get up. Hey, I can't blame her, I don't want to get up either. Already I could tell she would grow to be larger than me, and the only similarity of her to the pighead, was red tinted eyes. She raised her crania, looked at me, then Onyx, then back to the mare- she had the gift. Well, in all honosty, all foals are born with it. Where did you think imaginary friends came from? Most just grow out of it and can't remember, some stick with it. More than likely, it'll stick with her. She stared at the mare with some intensity, though I'm sure to Onyx it looked like she was mental and just staring into space.

"Coraline." I called, directing her attention back to me. I had decided on her name long ago, and she seemed to know it was meant for her.

"Who dat?" She asked, tossing her muzzle towards the mare. Well, I couldn't answer her. The mare never told me her name.

"I no have no mental problem!" Coraline flipped her ears back while looking up to her sire, insulted by his words. She huffed at him, before coughing several times. Looks like she will have a few minor breathing problems though. Calming her coughing fit, she started to sprawl her legs out to stand. Seeing Onyx backing up made her curious to try out her own unsteady hooves.

"Not so fond of us now, are you?" I asked bitterly, angry that he had the nerve to force a foal upon me but not to be calm at my ability. I was still quite tired, and didn't really want to get up yet. By the looks of it, Onyx wasn't going to bother me now. Looking to the side, I could see the mare smirking, oh she was enjoying the sight of Onyx in fear. "If by them, you are referring to one that has special abilities, then yes. I am one of them. It seems our daughter has picked up the ability as well. I can see spirits, sometimes they seek me out and sometimes I just come across them by chance. All spirits simply have unfinished business, and I help them with their last message or whatever it is I can help them with so they can cross over into the light. Coraline sees a mare that has been haunting you, I saw her at the Willow Grove. I believe she knows you, and I believe she died pregnant."

Coraline finally got her footing, looking up at Onyx- confused at how he was acting now. "What's wrong?"