4313 WG And Yet, Still I Rise

There is an unusual bustle around the camp as I sneak around, befriending the darkness. I’m not supposed to be up, but with all the yelling and banging, how is a foal expected to sleep? I spot a white pattern amongst the dark. Cami. I guess I’m not the only one out past curfew. I look up to the moon, praying to God that something ...