When the mine opened, it brought ponies to town. Tough, scrubby creatures built to haul heavy loads out of the dark until they died. Except for the palomino with the glint in his eye: my soul tugged me to him and he kicked me in the chest. We fought and he disappeared when I won our battle; my soul expanded and branded him on my flank. Now I am stronger than I look and will kick if a stranger gets too close.