Touch, Smell, Taste, Hearing, Sight
This is the order the five senses develop in for foals as they rest, cradled in the warm safety of a mother’s womb. But for one, her womb was a thorn bush in the dark of night. For one, the safety and warmth that should have carried her into the world was replaced with pain and cold.
These are Nyx's first hours.
Can Nightmare Moon, reborn without her hate, ever escape her past?
In the aftermath of Past Sins, Twilight and Nyx go through the things from Nyx's castle bedchamber
Can Spike trust Nyx again after her actions almost got Twilight hung?
Can Nyx find acceptance with her extended family during Hearth's Warming, or will she find the holiday hymns are filled with nothing but hollow promises?
These are Nyx's first hours.