Whoever answers the following question correctly wins a prize:

Who's a silly pony?

"Let me out,

Don't tell me everything,

Started out like any other day,

Must have gave the wrong impression,

Don't you understand where I belong?

I'm not the one."

-The Killers, "Carry Me Home"

Chapter One-

There are two kinds of southern hospitality. One where you have meal of greasy-yet-delicious homemade food, don't talk unless you're talked to, and you courtesy. The other is when you ride your rusty pickup truck to the county fair for the monster truck rally and you're wearing your baseball cap and tank top with the confederate flag on it.

Macon despised them. All of them. They were dirty low-lifers in his eyes who need to just go away. He sat in a chair, reading a book. Undisturbed by any Gatlin residents due to the title of being "Old Man Ravenwood", the town shut-in. Which was his only life choice when he was an Incubus, but now that he was a light Caster, he could easily come and go on the brightest days, but he chose not to. He had only ever known the life of a shut-in, and that was how he was going to live.

As the flipped the page, he heard a thud against the front door. It was storming outside, but he could tell this wasn't a gust of wind. It was a physical form banging itself into the door. For God's sake, Boo. What have I said about entering through the front doors he thought.

"Ugh- come on now, y'all gotta at least have a key somewhere! This place is as old as the hills, but shelter is shelter!" He heard a female southern voice talk to itself. "I've got no idea where the hay I am, and I need ta get- in!" the sound of a body ramming themselves against the door stopped and the doorbell rang, leading into silence.

Macon was tried of all the noise. Better let them in, or at least tell them to get of my property, her thought as he stood up and walked towards the door. If she didn't realize there was a doorbell right there immediately, she mustn't be the brightest bulb...he thought to himself.

"Yes?" he said as he answered the door, his eyes growing wide as the sight of the large orange creature below his usual line of vision looked up at him with big green eyes, dipping the plain brown cowboy hat that sat on top of its ponytailed blonde mane in greeting.

"Howdy!"