It would have been the day after the mares had awoken from their slumbers again and were being brought over to Canterlot to stay, that three little fillies were going to set a few events in motion that had been planned ever since the rumors of the dreaded first surfaced. Three little fillies who actually dared to fight against fate itself in order to have just that little bit of fun for themselves.

Though little did they knew just what was fact and what was fiction. It still didn't matter for the three of them in the least bit. As long as they had their fun, they could be doing literally everything and going pretty much everywhere. But all of their endeavors, all of their troubles could be blamed on one tiny little thing. One thing that drove many older ponies to the brink of going crazy. Because everything they did, was in the name to get their ever so beloved cutie mark.

Something that some couldn't stand out anymore, while others still found it along the lines of cute and whimsical. Except those ponies hadn't seen the sheer destruction that they could be making to a certain place if they were given more than enough time.

It was at first dawn that Sweetie Belle woke up from her slumber and slowly started upon her daily routine of doing everything she needed. The levels of silence were pretty unheard from as both of her parents still laid vastly asleep in their beds. The last thing the little white coated, pinkish maned unicorn wanted to do, was to wake them up from too much noise.

After a few minutes of having been busy in the bathroom had the filly returned to her own room with looks that made her recognizable almost instantly. For the style of mane and tail hadn't changed in pretty much years. Her own style she had adopted pretty much like most ponies in the town. Though it would be then that she made the realization that there were still things she needed to be doing.

Things that were of a major importance and actually had gathered the night before. The young filly dove under her bed before she crawled back out of it with something locked in her teeth. Something that appeared like a canvas sheet with stuff inside of it. Whatever it was, it didn't appear to be heavy in weight for the little filly as she simply yanked it from under the bed.

A gentle spit was given and the fabrics were released from her mouth and the tongue was being stuck out. The taste was something that was up for debate. Sweetie shook her head a little bit before she looked at the canvas sheet again and released a gentle 'hmm'. Thought rambled through her mind as her eyes suddenly started to look upward, almost as if she wanted to see her own horn in one way or the other.

"Should I try it without Twilight being around here?" Sweetie whispered to herself while her eyes gently lowered themselves back down to the canvas. It was an honest question to be asked to herself but being one of Twilight's occasional magical students also brought quite the bit of havoc with it. The filly released a deep sigh as she had not a clue of what she would be doing.

In the meantime and pretty much across town on the lands of Sweet Apple Acres was the red maned, yellow coated filly also more than ready to hit the day. Having done her daily routine she was walking through the living area of the home and she looked at all of the gear and equipment she had with her. Everything was checked one more time before the filly gave a nod to herself.

And then it was up for adventure. The time would be there to do the thing they had been discussing with one another for such a long time by then. There was only massive, massive exception that made certain that the entire operation was concealed in nothing but just utter mystery. Neither Apple Bloom nor Sweetie Belle seemed to be knowing just where on earth they would be going.

They could be hiking to the Frozen North for all they knew, especially with the gear they had packed with them was being judged. Either way, the two and especially Apple Bloom actually trusted Scootaloo for knowing where they would be heading. One last check up on everything would be made by the filly before the saddlebags were placed around her body. Two rather large bags hung off of either side of her and she seemed to be more than ready to hit the road straight into the unknown.

Quietly did the filly leave the house as the early morning sun was still rising on the horizon. The grandmother of them all was still deeply asleep in her room. With Applejack having taken away to Canterlot after she wouldn't wake up from her sleep, it was up to her older brother to take care of the entire apple business. A job perhaps a little bit more than he could chew.

Which was mostly due to the simple fact that the stallion was a quiet and humble giant. His posture intimidating ponies who would be walking by him, his strength nearly unmatched by any other stallion in the land. He was still a force to be reckoned with. Apple Bloom saw her big brother working on the lands as he always had done, hard and honest.

Though the times were a little bit different as each of the family members also had suffered a bit from the nightmares. Except they did wake up every morning but would be haunted by them every single night. They weren't as intense as the ones the elements received, but more than enough to make them sleepy on the job itself. Perhaps the very plan of the pony that caused them.

Either way and with a small yawn in her mouth did Apple Bloom walked past the fence of the Acres and looked over the main road in order to see the filly she was waiting on. The time of meeting was almost there and being late on that day, they couldn't allow themselves.

Apple Bloom herself was in luck as on the horizon could she see it quite clearly. The very shadow of another filly who appeared to have been in a rush. The red maned filly narrowed her eyes to make sure that she saw everything correct. But the mane waving in the wind and the little flutter of the wings while jumps were made in the air, all pointed out to one filly and one filly alone.

"Why hello there Scoots. Had a good night?" Apple Bloom spoke up as the mysterious filly was came closer and closer. Eventually revealing herself as an orange coated, purple maned pegasus filly.

"Depends on your definition of good really, had nightmares again. They have been getting the best of me for two weeks now... How do you live with them?!" Scootaloo returned just before the two would be walking down the road in order to pick up the last member of the group.

They walked past the land of the Acres and the trees that were planted on the other side while Apple Bloom sunk herself into thought. "Ah'll admit that those nightmares do get the best of me. But y'all have to know that they remain just dreams. Just taking a few naps during the day itself, might help you out a lot more then you could possible think."

Those words were something that caused Scootaloo to huff a little bit before her mind started to actually think about it. In the end, the little cowgirl did have a point, even though she didn't wanted to admit it herself. Though the silence they had entered was one that was uncomfortable to say the least.

In order to break that same silence did Apple Bloom ask the question that was bothering on her mind for days. "Hey Scoots, were are we going to anyway? Ah mean, it's an awful lot of gear we have alone."

In response released the pegasus a gentle chuckle as she knew exactly where they would be going. Yet the tone of the chuckle was something that got Apple Bloom already worried. Something just didn't add up to it all and she was getting her suspicion there and then. Almost as if she had regretted asking the question immediately, Apple Bloom looked the other way quickly.

Her eyes caught the scenery for a couple of seconds before they turned back over to the pegasus. Her curiosity was something that always called for adventure and wanting the unknown. And at the moment she wanted to know the unknown more then she wanted just about anything else. "Well? Where are we going?"

Scootaloo turned her head over to the red maned filly and gave her this unsettling grin at first. A grin that caused a small shiver to travel down the spine of Apple Bloom, regretting her question almost immediately. "You really want to know?" Scootaloo asked her with that same grin still clearly visible. It was only then that Apple Bloom started to gulp a little bit as she didn't had a single clue. One part of her wanted to know it, while the other just wanted to make a return to the house of the family and snuggle up in her bed.

Yet in the end she gave a nod to the question that was asked to her. All that was left to be coming, was the answer to the question but whether or not she would be happy about it, was another question. "Oh Bloomy, I have been planning this trip for weeks now and it's finally happening. There were we are heading is the place where it all seemed to have started. We're going to it. White, Tails, Woods."

That name alone caused Apple Bloom to stay dead in her tracks. Out of every possible location that they could have been going, they had to go to that horrid place. She knew the rumors of those woods, she had heard the stories about the dreaded fog that roamed around there. "Are ya crazy?!" she spoke up with a raised voice.

But the words were never returned as Scootaloo simply continued to walk to the house of Sweetie Belle.

A house where the events were a bit less than pleasant to begin with either. For as the two fillies arrived and the location of their trek was revealed, Sweetie's coat became even more white then it normally was. Almost as if she had seen a living ghost in the eyes of the two of them. It scared her to even think about the location they would be going to. It took both enough talking of both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo to get her crazy enough. Crazy enough to join them both on the trek of perhaps a lifetime, or one that would be ending it.

There was a little tiny reason of just why Apple Bloom also started to bribe against Sweetie, trying to persuade her over to join the two. For the earth pony filly owed the pegasus a trip to the woods of White Tails. After having bailed out on the first time, a time that it wasn't even filled with the stuff of nightmares had never left the mind of Scootaloo and considered what they would be doing payback for it.

A sickening payback it was perhaps yes but neither three of them were actually truly aware of just the terror that was housed in those dreaded woods. They didn't saw the danger it would be having for them all. In the end even Sweetie Belle agreed on coming along for the ride. Whether she would be liking it or not.

So with the sun still in the early hours, they started to walk down the ponymade path again in order to reach the woods of White Tails. The woods where a debt would be settled and the camp set up for a night under the starry skies. …If they were in luck.

Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle all wore their twin saddlebags packed with equipment and other things they would be needing in order to have a successful and perhaps even cozy night out. Of course had the three of them heard about the rumors that did their turn over the forest, otherwise it didn't made Apple Bloom so scared when the location was revealed. Same happened to Sweetie, who was literally trembling upon all four of her legs when she heard it.

The look of genuine fright was something that filled her eyes back then but as they were walking through the land, the songs did their turn and everything just seemed to be like the mood of a school camp. A school camp that would most likely be going to the inner depths of Tartarus for all they knew but they lived in the there and then while not looking to the future itself. Their little minds even seemed to have been twisting the perhaps horrors that they would be facing, into a sort of little game they would be thinking about. A little challenge of who could be in those woods for the longest of time.

All of those rather idiotic things were being discussed under so laughter and singing of the three of them. Completely unaware of the terrors that laid inside of the fog. Yet they didn't care as they seemed to be having quite the good day in and of itself already. For their wanders lead them off the beaten path, causing them to on the more tourist route and thus see sights that were truly marvelous to witness.

But eventually there it was that came in their field of views. The dreaded woods of White Tails came into their eyes and they knew right away, just why the woods were called that way. For the fog that darted around in the formation of tails waving in the wind, everything just looked so magical at the moment. Everything just looked so perfect at the moment. All of it was quiet, no birds, not rustled from the vegetation, just the wind that blew softly past their little ears.

None of the fillies could believe the fact that something as wonderful as those woods, could be housing such a deadly secret. "Hey." Scootaloo said as she nudged Apple Bloom. "You think they all made it up, just to keep fillies and colts away so they can have all of the beauty for themselves?"

The comment was something that made the other two giggle to themselves before the saddlebags were removed from their backs and the camping side was being made up. Each of the fillies helped one another with setting up the tent and basically transforming the land before the forest into a comfortable and leisurely site. A small campfire pit was made before some logs and stones were rolled in that acted as fire stoppers and a sofa, not to mention the wood for the fire itself.

The best thing of it all had to be the fact that they were genuinely existed about it all. For everything was build up in less than two hours which caused the sun to be standing on the status of high noon. Not that it meant much to the three of them though. For they still had plenty of time to make a trip through the fog of White Tails and see what the fuzz was about.

Though from time to time it was Sweetie who stared into the seemingly endless fog of the woods and just felt that unsettling feeling in her stomach. A feeling that made her just a bit sick, but never showed it to the other two. Instead, she tried to hide it from them by saying some words. "Is it okay with you two if I stay here, guarding the camp and all?"

It seemed like a weak excuse and she had to admit it herself that it actually was one, but it was needed that at least one of them was there in the camp to make sure nopony else would be getting there. Both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo looked at her with a tilted head and confused expression before they finally understood what she meant.

"Yeah, sure."

"Fine by me."

It was a weight off of the filly's chest as she absolutely didn't wanted to enter those woods that were supposedly haunted to the core. Though it were going to be the other two fillies that were going to enter the forest. They talked about the wonders they could be seeing if they looked hard enough, yet it was the little unicorn who dove back in the tent and started to search for a couple of items.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo looked strangely at her once again as they pretty much had not a clue of what she was doing. Seconds later, the filly popped back out of the tent, carrying two magical flashlights, two compasses and two maps. Each of the fillies got one of everything and she looked proudly to her friends. "Mark the position we are on, on the map and know the direction you need to walk into from your compass. If either of you two gets lost, you know how to walk back, right?"

"Uhm, Sweets..." Scootaloo started as she looked at the items first but then turned her head back up over to the filly. "You certain this is all needed? I mean, we can just go with the rope I brought along, right?"

"And what if a creature cuts it?" Sweetie then replied. That was the reply that caused Apple Bloom to chuckle to herself and got Scootaloo cornered. With a small huff and grumble of acceptance, the two fillies started to look better at their compasses and marked the location of the camping site on the map.

"This should be about it, the mountain's over there, the lake is in that direction, meaning we are right here. Now just hope we don't end up at the opposing side of the forest if we have to run." Scootaloo said after having marked the site of the camp on her map.

"There's were the compasses come in, chicken." Apple Bloom replied with a chuckle. "East by southeast, Ah would say." And with that were the two fillies ready to hit the road and go into the woods of White Tails when they desired and were ready.

Both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo stood before the edge of the fog covered woods of White Tails and the both of them were looking at one another with the same expression upon their faces. They knew they were ready for anything and everything. Yet the thing that they didn't knew, was when they were going to be back and what they would be encountering in those very woods. It could have been everything, but it never scared them away.

With a deep exhale made by both of the fillies, they nodded to one another and started to walk over the edge. Right into the terrain of the nightmarish unicorn. Sweetie was the only one who remained at the campsite and waved the two of them goodbye before the fillies were reduced to nothing more but black shadows. Until they were just gone, gone in the thick fog of the woods that seemed to have consumed them whole.

With the two of them gone and literally out of her sight could Sweetie Belle only hope that the two of them wouldn't be working themselves into the troubles they were known for. Either way, whether they would or wouldn't, continue to blindly stare at the fog wasn't going to help her in any way of the word.

Thus the little, white coated unicorn did the only thing she could be doing at the moment and that was to tidy the place up a little before they would return. Songs were hummed to herself as the tail was being used as some sort of broom. It was a little something that worked like a charm, but caused a lot of the filth to be left inside of the hairs in her tail. Not that it mattered all too much to her though.

For pretty close to the campsite was a small stream running where she could wash herself if she wanted. Everything just seemed to be so peaceful and serene out there. Nothing even as much as indicated upon the fact that the horrors they had heard, could have been playing themselves right in the woods behind her. The young Sweetie Belle just couldn't understand it for one bit.

Though it was that mindset that caused the time to actually fly by a lot faster than she originally could have hoped and thought. For the minutes turned themselves over into an hour before she was finally done with her given assignment.

The deep green rimmed eyes looked over the camping site with a big smile below her muzzle. Everything just looked like her sister could have ever wanted it, all of it was just so clean and tidy, for herself she had done a very good job. That was with the little exception of her tail. For all of it was just filled with the filth of what she had been trying to get out.

So the only thing that the little unicorn could be doing was to wash her tail off into the little stream. Which was exactly the thing that she would be doing. Her little legs carried themselves over to the place where she looked at the current and gave a small nod to herself.

In her mind had the currents to be just strong enough to weave themselves through the hairs of her tail and thus loosening up any bit that shouldn't belong in the hairs before it was carried away.

The tail was being lowered into the waters and the body of Sweetie Belle was aimed towards the woods themselves. Her eyes continued to look at the fog as it danced before them. Enchanted she almost appeared to be by the motions that it made by the wind. Something that caused a secondary feeling to actually arise from deep in her body.

Deeper and deeper she started to look into the fog and noticed these small little electronic currents going through it. Currents that were blue of coloring, a blue that she seemed to be knowing a little bit too well perhaps. In her head was the connection almost immediately made as a pounding could be heard in her ears. A pounding that wasn't of hooves against the ground.

No, the pounding that she heard were in fact two smaller pounds nearly at the same time. Almost, almost like that of a heartbeat. Sweetie Belle just couldn't believe it, but she thought to be hearing a heartbeat while she gazed upon the fog.

Yet the oddest part of it all, had to be that she placed that heartbeat by somepony she knew. Somepony whose very own heartbeat she knew perhaps a whole lot better than anypony that lived in the face of the lands. "R-Rarity?!" Sweetie Belle stumbled out before her eyes closed themselves in the confusion.

She couldn't actually believe the events as they were presented to her. The heartbeat of her lost sister could be heard in her ears, while it seemed to have come from the woods themselves. "W-What's going on he- Outch!"

Before the little unicorn could be doing anything else, she was taken out of her trance as something had taken a hold of her tail and yanked it deeper underwater. But in response had the filly jumped into the air and away from the stream. With a comical landing she plopped back in the grass on her belly and behind her she could hear the desperate flopping of a fish on the dry land.

The filly turned herself around in order to see just what it happened to be and looked at it. Without any hesitation, her eyes became as wide as they possible could have ever been and she rushed back over to the fish on the dry land. One of the stream's many inhabitants must have mistaken her tail for something that was food. "Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry." Sweetie spoke up against the fish before she took it on both of her hooves and threw it calmly back into the stream.

With the fish back in the water and her mind having forgotten why she was looking to the woods, Sweetie shrugged a little bit before she returned to the campsite and started to sit down on one of the logs with a comic she had packed. It at least kept her occupied a lot better than having to clean up all the time.

In the meantime and deeply tucked away in the woods had both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo remained close to one another to make certain they wouldn't get lost. The both of them had seen the transition from the trees being nice brown with green to black and pointy. It was a change that neither of them truly liked or actually was waiting on to behold. Though the two of them were always competitive and neither wanted to bail out because they were too scared.

If they only knew they shouldn't have been writing checks they couldn't cash. For the forest was known to break ponies their spirits in one way or the other. And the currents that Sweetie noticed going through the fog, happened to be the magic of the unicorn that became visible for a few seconds. Magic that was going to mess with the other two fillies.

"Ah think we've been around this tree before already Scoots." Apple Bloom spoke up as they walked past a deformed tree. A deformed tree from which the earth pony knew almost certain they had gone by once, if not multiple times. "How far in do ya wanna go anyway?"

"As far as it is needed and no, we haven't gone by this tree already, it's different you see," the pegasus pointed out to the branches.

"Only cause we're at the other side. Ah'm telling ya, we have gone by this before." Apple Bloom returned in a confident tone. Something which caused Scootaloo to sigh in an utterly annoyed tone. "Well if ya are so certain, where are we heading then? Take yar compass would yah."

"Hey! You got one yourself remember, you take yours out," the little pegasus returned with a growl as the two came to a stop near the tree. Apple Bloom returned the huff just as loud as she started to search in her saddlebag for the thing. A few seconds later she had found it and brought it to the middle of them. Yet the very sight they would be seeing, was everything but pretty.

The eyes of both of the fillies went as wide as they could possible become. They both looked at the needle of the thing and neither of them wanted to even believe the things they saw. However, that what they saw was the complete and utter truth on the matter. "Impossible…" Scootaloo whispered to Apple Bloom in a tone of genuine fear.

"Y-Ya said it," the red maned filly replied before she gave a deep gulp.

For in the compass itself were the needles that supposed to be aiming towards the north and the south, didn't exactly do that anymore. Instead went the needle literally all over the place as if the entire magnetic field kept on changing with each possible second. It was something that frightened both of the fillies already, but they still could remember the fact, they had two of the things.

"T-Take yours out, p-please." Apple Bloom begged the pegasus. There was still hope that one of the compasses had gone over to tilt and with just that little bit of the ever so much needed luck, they could be having one working compass.

Scootaloo gave a nod to the filly before she searched in her own saddlebag for the things and carefully took it out. With her hoof coiled up over the glass, it was impossible to judge whether or not it was spinning like mad already. The both of them released a gulp and exchanged some worried expression to one another before Scootaloo closed her eyes, and revealed the glass.

"Oh no," was the only thing that Apple Bloom had to say about the matter. And those words alone caused Scootaloo to lose all of the remaining hope that they still had. Ever so carefully did she open up her eyes and looked over to the compass of her own. Once again, did the needle turn and twist all over the place.

"H-Hey Apple Bloom, w-what if we place the both of them on the ground, m-maybe we are charged with static, you know?" the pegasus yelped out as she truly had not a clue of what she was talking about but it seemed to be working quite the bit. For the logic behind it was something that could be considered good.

The earth pony filly gave a nod in response before they both placed their compasses upon the ground and closed their eyes for a couple of seconds. Each of them whispered their prayers for their very lives as they could only do that in the moment.

Slowly did their eyes both open up again and they both looked at the same sight. A sight that was about to shatter all their believes and dreams literally on the spot. For in their eyes they caught the compasses still turning like mad. They never seemed to be stopping whatsoever. Whether it was caused by their hooves or the ground, they just kept on going like it was nothing.

That was the fact, that indulged just so much fear into both of the fillies, that they first looked at one another with a terrified stare. Only to be followed with one that was looking straight into the fog. Another big mistake that they made.

For in that very fog they began to see the shimmers of the reality they absolutely didn't wanted to do down into. The shimmers of their worst fears were coming to live and walking through the shadows of the trees. Though neither of the fillies even had the ability left to scream or to even talk to the other. All they could be doing, was to look at one another with that begging gave of getting out of there as soon as possible. Which was exactly the thing they did.

The two of them picked up their compasses and then just went off. Off into the direction to which they thought that their camp would be. Whether they were right on the matter or not, didn't matter to them. They just wanted to get the hell out of that horrid place. Especially since the shimmers were actually chasing them. Shimmers that took a more recognizable shape each time they dared to be looking at their backs.

For Apple Bloom noticed how the blob of shadow became her own beloved sister but with a few, mental defective twists to her. For in her mouth she held a blood covered knife and the eyes were just ready to kill the youngest family member. No doubt in the filly's mind existed that she had murdered her bigger bother and grandmother already. It was a sight that caused her to finally scream on the top of her lungs and gave even more gas into her hooves.

It was something that caused Scootaloo to raise an eyebrow before she called out. "Hey! W-Wait for me!" she shouted out before her eyes also made the massive mistake to look back. For her blob turned itself into Rainbow Dash. But this Rainbow Dash, much like Applejack, also seemed to be able to kill. Except there were a few changes as the particular Rainbow looked no longer like a pegasus. Instead she was looking like a creature Scootaloo had only dreamed about in her nightmares. Rainbow Dash had turned into a lycan. A werepony ready to kill and consume her.

Another scream filled the air of White Tails that was being created by the orange coated pegasus who emptied all the air from her lungs. And then she was just off. She gained an even faster speed in her gallop and the both of them were genuinely scared for their lives. They had two homicidal ponies at their tails ready to end their little lives literally in a moment's notice.

The two of them literally set everything on everything to make sure that they would be getting out alive and well. Perhaps just escaping the woods themselves wasn't the only part that was needed to escape them. "S-So that's where they have been! They have been hiding in here, waiting for ponies like us!" Scootaloo managed to speak during their gallop. Apple Bloom found it terrifying that her big sister could even as much as give her such looks, but the more she thought about it, the more it did make sense.

Two whole weeks asleep just didn't cover it for her. "Scoot, no offence, but shut up and Ah hope yar wrong on it!" Apple Bloom replied as they kept on galloping through the vegetation. Neither of them even dared to witness just how far behind the mares would have been, but in their ears they heard the panting of the mentally insane ponies. The chase wasn't over it, and it probably wouldn't for a long time to come.

In the time that all of the events unfolded themselves in the woods had Sweetie Belle continued to be reading through her Power Ponies comics and chuckled a couple times at the adventures that were drawn out. It seemed to be a useful waste of time as the adventures those ponies had, seemed to be like they were living their lives at the fullest.

Though the more calming she thought everything was going to get, the more she could hear the hoofsteps of something coming closer and closer towards the camp. The filly placed the comic aside and she simply rose an eyebrow to the sounds. Her ears tried to determine just where they came from and eventually, she turned herself over to the woods.

There was that innocent yet questioning gaze that fell in her eyes as she didn't truly understood the matter of the thing that was going on. Everything just became odd to her. "What's going on there?" she asked to herself before the two well-known screams entered her ears. "Oh no…"

Before she even knew it did both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo came galloping out of the woods, terrified and as pale as a deceased body. Neither of them even noticed the little unicorn and they simply continued to gallop further away from the woods. That was until they encountered the stream of water.

The both of them just dropped themselves accidentally into it and Sweetie Belle couldn't help it but to laugh to herself at the sight. They ran around like chickens without a head in her eyes, but didn't dare to make the comment to either of them.

The little unicorn eventually also made her way over to the small stream in which the other two fillies sat, shivering for their lives. "So, I take it that it wasn't such of a big success of going in there?" she spoke up in a genuinely interested tone, before the question of questions was answered. "What got you two so spooked?"

Both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo looked to their friend with a gaze as if they could be strangling her on the spot while the water dripped out of their mane. "T-Trust me, you d-don't wanna know," the pegasus brought forth before she crawled out of the stream and offered a helping hoof to the cowgirl.

"S-Sweetie, we're going home. B-Believe us, it's better if we ain't coming back here." Apple Bloom replied after she was hoisted out of the waters and shook her head a couple of times. "Ya, ya don't wanna know, w-what we saw."

The words were something that the little unicorn understood all too well, and if the both of them said they didn't wanted to talk about it and go, something terrible had happened inside of those woods.

For the rest of the day would the fillies be packing their gear and walking back home to the safety that they were used to. Not to mention, the love of their families. The experiences were kept to themselves, as they didn't wanted to scare any adults more than they already happened to be. Perhaps a wise decision but fillies would always remain fillies.