There is a mare who lives in a lighthouse. She may have a story of her own, but nobody knows that. All they know is that she has stories of others; those of bedraggled travelers soaked in rain and sweat, those of ships aground and cannon's blasts, those of ghouls and whispering things in the night.

She will tell these stories to those who ask. After all, she spends her days simply turning the lighthouse light. Nothing more, nothing less. That is kind of what she is, nothing more and nothing less.

This story will span different genres as different stories are told. Slice of life, being the main genre, will be the one tagged. Thank you.

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** This story was written when I was 16, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **