Ch.3
I cautiously walk back to the bed and examine it. The majority of the right side of the bed appears to be clean It's a good thing too, I don't own a washing machine and the nearest laundry mat is on the way other side of Ponyville and is probably closed at this hour. I pull back the blanket corner and slide into the soft bed. The bed seems strangely warm, lulling Fluttershy to sleep. Reflexively I turn towards the warmth and try to curl up as close as possible to it.
I open my eyes to pitch black, woken by the sound of construction outside. Turning to my bedside table I try to relight the pillar candle, successfully and turn back to where I was originally laying. My eyes widen in horror to what I see. The warmth of the previous night had seemingly came from the pool of Princess's blood I was now laying in. I cringe from the position and flinch back, falling off the bed and hitting my head on the corner of the bedside table, knocking down the bowl of potpourri and incense sticks lying upon it. I sluggishly rise back onto my hooves and rush downstairs into the bathroom.
I stare back at my reflection in the mirror, blood is smeared across my face as if it was slashed by a machete. Dried blood clumps in my hair and fur and my body looks as if blood was sponged onto my right side. Upon closer examination my cutie mark, originally 3 butterflies now has 2 full butterflies, the 3rd is halfway slashed out , causing it to now resemble more of a fly than anything else, the chunk of skin cut off.