It was a quiet, still night in Indigo's mansion.
She checked up on her little filly, Oreo, and made sure she was having a sound sleep. Oreo was her everything. Her world. She loved her more than could be put into words.
She was sound asleep, as always, and Indigo kissed her forehead goodnight. She went into the main room, to work on her poetry.
And that's when the fire started.
She didn't know where it came from, or what started it, but it spread like wildfire, as her house was mainly wooden. The front door was blocked with flmes, and the smoke was already filling the room, she ran upstairs, desperatley trying to open Oreo's door, but it was jammed. Smoke was filling her lungs.
"Oreo!" she yelled as loud as she could. "Oreo! Wake up!"