(Story extract)

A small explosion from outside drew me from my sleep, myself snapping upright in my bed. Glancing around the room revealed Night Strikes bed to be empty — I grumbled a little. Okay, so it wasn't thunder, probably just that crazy mare fishing with grenades or something… how does she live off of just two hours of sleep? As if to answer my own question, the thought of that glowing firebomb fuel she guzzled daily filled my head — thanks, brain. Thinking nothing of it, I flopped back into bed, looking forwards to getting some extra sleep tonight. However, as I was about to drift off once more, my ears were met with a piercing, familiar scream. Night Strike's scream. My muddled mind immediately snapped to attention as I threw the thin covers aside, the bluish light from the moon only just offering enough light to make moving about not a hassle. I snatched up my umbrella and rushed for the door, which banged loudly against the wall as I broke through it.

I tore through the hallway, forcing my way through the door heading outside as Crash Dive was hurrying down the steps, Scouring Charge hot on her heels — well, door-banging was a good way to wake you guys up, at least. Rushing out into the cool night air, the light from Crash Dives cottage and lighthouse spilled out over the water splashing over the land bridge connecting us to the mainland. My heart almost stopped as I spotted a body laying just beyond the lights reach, covered in blood and mangled on the rocks. As I ran towards it, however, it became clear whoever the pony used to be, it wasnt Night Strike. Thank the goddesses above…