She bumped her head on her landing. A temporary blindness, pain and fatigue in the muscles prevented her from exploring her surroundings. It took her five minutes to recover her sight. It was dark. She seemed to be in a house. Quiet it was. The lights from the street were barely illuminating the room.

Tail heard a noise. Something fell on the upper floor. The mare waited a few moments, until she felt that her legs could support her.  With steady steps, Foxy went to the staircase. It led her to a dark corridor. The doors were closed but yellow light was coming from underneath it. She silently approached it.

Something was moving inside it. Sounds of hooves. She held her breath and opened the door. The scratchy sound instantly warned the pony inside to turn his attention to this violator of his privacy.

"Foxy Tail?" The stallion was surprised. His voice was familiar to her.

"Who are you? Where am I?" she seemed confused.

"I'm Lucky Eight. Oh my Celestia! It's really you!"

"Wait. You are Lucky Eight? How?" she went inside. Her orange eyes quickly scanned the room and got all the details of the earth pony. He was grey like her. Had brown eyes and was wearing glasses. His head was almost bold, but the tail was intact, maybe a bit too short. It was green. The earth pony was standing next to a desk, on which pencils and piles of lists were lying all over in a very messy fashion. A single light bulb was the source of light in the room. Shelves with books were on the opposite side. A chair was lying on its side behind the pony, maybe he fell from it earlier.

"The right question is how do YOU exist? You are just a character from my story! You look and sound just like her!"

"What? I'm as real as the mountains and the rivers!"

The writer went to her, looked carefully at her and then touched her. She knew that he was excited only by the glows in his eyes.

"Oh my! You are real! You are really here. I'm talking with... wait... could this be a prank? No, it can't be! A few ponies know about my story and they'd never do such a thing."

"What story? What's going on in here?"

"Calm down. Let me show it to you." he went back to the desk and after a few moments digging in the pile, he pulled out a piece of paper, on which the cover of his story was illustrated. Lucky showed it to her. "I know, it's not the best picture ever drawn. This is my story, The Shadow Sun Prophecy. You are the main character in it."

Foxy took the drawing from him and looked closely. She saw her sword, the two evil looking eyes and a heart with wings. She was speechless.

"You are the legendary Dragon Born, half a pony and half a dragon. You are coming from the mysterious island of the ninja and..."

She placed a hoof in front of his mouth. her heart was beating fast. She seemed to be out of breath.

"I-I can not believe it..."

"Me too."

Foxy looked in his eyes, trying to comprehend everything that was revealed to her.

"I'm just a character in a story..."

"No, you are an ideal. You are thoughts. A heroine." he smiled. "You are as real as any pony."

"The whole thing... My love... The suffering... the battle... everything was just your imagination?" she was barely holding her feelings.

Lucky's smile disappeared.

"The worlds we create are real, as long as they are remembered. Maybe there is a possible explanation why you are here... Maybe what I'm writing actually took place in a parallel universe? And you are the lucky traveler, who broke the barriers that divide our worlds? Who knows. But you should cheer up. You are here! You are definitely alive and breathing right now."

"If what you say is true, then I should not exist in here. That mans... I'm not real in this world..."

"It's not what I said."

She looked at the cover art again. Tail didn't know what to think. This confused her to highest point.

"How does it end?"

"I-I... I was tired and fell asleep on that part. The list is still blank."

"Could you hold me?"

Lucky blushed. He never was close with girls, so this was kind of difficult for him.

"Please." tears formed and fell from her eyes. They landed on the drawing. She couldn't maintain the illusion of the strong mare anymore. The stallion slowly came close, uncertainly lifted his left hoof and then hugged her. Foxy placed her head on his shoulder. They felt their hearts beating. He sensed her troubled spirit and tried to provide the best hug possible, despite that he was not much into hugging. "Please, don't let go."

"I will never." he whispered.

They remained like that for few more moments, until she began to disappear. Lucky couldn't feel her warmth or her heart's rhythm. She didn't look. He tried but ultimately failed. Like a memory, she faded to nothingness. Foxy Tail was nothing more than a ghost, a character from his unpopular story, who was going to be lost in the sands of time.

Lucky stood still in the same position for some minutes, until finally he sat and looked at where she stood last. Under his thoughtful sight, the writer was trying to figure, whether he hallucinated or did this really happen.

"I'll never forget you, my little love."