"HELP! HELP!" A pastel blue colt cried, "GET ME DOWN!" the fillies below did not move, or even notice. They heard nothing. It was as though he was making no sound at all, which is closer to the truth than you would think. The colt was barely more than a centimetre long, and hanging by his wings to a 5 metre flagpole, he was in a situation reeking of jeopardy. The poor pegasus was not found for three weeks, and when he was, it was a bird, not a pony, who alerted the others of his presence. When he was returned to his normal size, he spoke of a flash of green and black, a blinding red light and purple snakes eyes, coupled with a fierce cackle and the next thing he knew he was on the flagpole. The teacher decided a memory spell would work, and wiped the terrifying scenario from his mind. He was fine after that, but to this day, he is terrified of the colour purple.
It was almost Winter and things had been going wrong all over the place. I got frozen solid in a block of ice, Cloud Chaser was found on the top of the bell tower, and ten other ponies were lost in the everfree forest. Everypony in school had been in some kind of mishap, all except two; Grim dark and Pencil Case. There were only 18 fillies and colts left in the school. The rest were in Mareville hospital with minor injuries. It all seemed rather odd at the time, yet the next day made everything so clear, it seemed silly that nopony suspected anything, and would bring me closer to success than had happened before.