In Baltimare, there lived a young unicorn colt named Yarn Spinner. He came from a family of cloth makers. Not exactly well off, but they get by. With little money to buy toys or books even, his mind and body were left to wander about the city along with his sister, Kinos. His family was on the south west side of Baltimare, down by a river. Often he would follow it upstream, occasionally with friends, to the forest. Up there he would run around and let his imagination wander. With friends, they would go on excursions to places long abandoned. This was one day where he went in alone, feeling a little reflective. He wondered on the way his friends saw him. They were all rather poor, but they were a bit better off than his family. They even had some toys they could play with.

The air was cool and bit at his nose, it caressed his entire body and numbed him to the feeling of the mushy earth beneath him. His horn tingled with an odd feeling as he trudged his way through the forest. He went undisturbed for quite some time before he heard a wheezing, crying sound. It wasn't too far away. His first instinct was to run away. After all, it was a new sound in a forest that wasn't supposed to have many animals. Being unexpected as it was, he lost his composure and ran away, frightened like the prey animal that he was at that time. It wouldn't be too relatively long before he found himself relishing such sounds of crying. He stopped and collected himself, then thought back on the sound. It sounded as if someone was in pain and needed help. How could he just let a creature suffer alone in a forest? Rebuking himself inwardly, he steeled himself and marched into the forest to assist whatever creature was in need of aid. Then he thought to himself.Maybe I should get an adult pony to help? They would know what to do... As he doubted himself, he came across this scene.

A massive, dark skinned creature was tied by it's stomach to a tree. Had the child inspected the rope closer, he would have seen that the rope was tied quite loosely and sloppily. So much so in fact that if the creature wanted to, it could release itself. Unfortunately for him, he had not found any of this information out, and so he never became aware of just what kind of trap he was falling into. This creature had tied itself to the tree, and had pulled the rope around so that the part where two ends of the rope met and were tied in a knot was on the opposite side of the tree from her, making it seem as though she was forced into this imprisonment. In the process, she had unwisely loosened the rope and made it so that she had to lean forward to make the rope seem tight.

"Hello?" The child called out to the creature before thinking.

Le`Vanna sighed inwardly in relief. Finally, the child had fallen into her trap. She had watched him and his friends from afar for quite some time. She considered kidnapping one of the ponies while they were out here, but she realized that might make the others grow fearful of the forest and decide to stay away. That was not something Le`Vanna wanted. She knew the better way to take them all. She would become their friend. Worm her way into their minds and make them hers. This was the first step, she needed a foothold in their world. It couldn't just be anyone though. It had to be one who she could talk to alone, a pony who she could corrupt without the other children realizing. This one was perfect for the role. She would set herself up as an elder: wise, respectable and understanding. She would make them admire her. She forced a raspy voice out.

"Can... you... help me?"

The child stood there petrified for a moment, then moved his shaking self more near her.

"Who are you?" As he made his way over to the seemingly helpless creature, he took in her horrifying features. He looked over her from bottom to top. Her two long legs ended with strange, board shaped paws. They each had five protrusions, which all looked slightly mangled and twisted. Her legs were long, but equal in length to her torso. Oh her torso... She looked quite starved, her grey, rough skin clung tightly to her ribs which pressed in and out deeply with each breath. Her breasts looked much larger than those of a pony, but they seemed to be scratched up, like something was clawing at them earlier. Her arms were quite long. They were tied up against her waist and reached down to her knee caps. Then ended with hands like those on a monkey, except that the final knuckle of each finger seemed to be replaced with very small claws. Her face was wrought tight like a skeleton: her malnutrition was evident.

"I am a teacher. I taught the children back and my village... before I was brought here by villains who wanted to destroy the village."

"But... Why wouldn't they just kill you?" He asked, unsure if he should untie her. The more he thought about her features, the more he worried that she might hurt him. After all, she looked very starving, and she gazed upon him with a strange lust.

"Because I fought to protect the children. Those evil creatures, they felt I deserved to suffer for daring to stand against them. As a punishment, they left me here to starve. I've been here for weeks, I feel I can hardly stand. If I stop standing though, the rope will cut into my skin. It hurts, will you please help me?" The child, hearing her story, was filled with sympathy for what he believed was a poor, suffering, old lady. He went up behind the tree and pulled the rope down to her feet. Le`Vanna, being the deceptive thing that she was, intentionally fell to her knees feigning weakness. The child rushed to her side so that he might help her.

"Are you okay?" Le`Vanna reached up and pressed her hand firmly against his back, eliciting a startled jump from him. but then she looked up at him and he really looked at her face. Her eye sockets were deep and dark, her odd whitish hair partially draped over one of her eyes which were both like blue jewels in the middle of her harsh, craggy surface of a face. They were oddly lulling and hypnotizing. He felt oddly self aware for a moment, like he could feel his entire self. It was an odd experience, and only lasted for the duration of the eye contact.