Glade has a minion!

Magical the Bowcorn

Priroda was once a lonely, plain Hikei with a proud owner that would abuse his powers over the sullen Hikei. Priroda didn't even have a name, yet, she was just known as 'Hikei Number 205'. It would be later that she would get the pretty name Priroda by someone new... She spent most of her days lying lazily in the small field she was fenced in by, and the highlight of her day was talking to a beautiful purple butterfly that she named Babochka. The butterfly couldn't talk back, but that's what Hikei liked most. She opened up to the butterfly and told the small, amazing creature all of her worries and problems. One day, the butterfly was not in its usual spot and Priroda was afraid! She galloped gracefully around the small enclosed area and noticed that the butterfly she had confided in was trapped in a cage by the house! She gasped sadly and watched as her owner walked around the caged butterfly, admiring its beauty.
“Oh no, it's not free anymore...” Priroda thought sadly and she slowly made her way towards the cage.
The owner looked over and scoffed at the Hikei, mumbling something and walking away. Priroda gazed upon the small butterfly and she felt the sadness overwhelm her. All of a sudden, rage built up inside the Hikei and she charged towards the fence, pushing through the wire and freeing herself from her barriers. Priroda nudged the cage open and the butterfly flew out, flying towards the forest opening in the corner. Priroda galloped after the butterfly and they made their way through the forest until they saw a beautifully illuminated entrance. They slowed down and the butterfly landed on Priroda's head as the Hikei slowly, cautiously walked through the entrance. Waiting there was a masked man. He was astonishingly handsome and he had a sweet smile. He approached the Hikei slowly, letting her know that she had made it to Peka Glade and not to be afraid anymore. He held his hands out and in his hands was a pitcher of water beautifully decorated with flowers and butterflies. The Hikei smiled and lapped up the tasty water as the mysterious man watched.
“I'll name you Priroda, meaning nature, because you are beautiful and you deserve a beautiful name.” The masked man murmured softly.
He watched the Hikei transform into a beautiful green, luscious Hikei with amazing bright flowers and butterflies twisting and grazing her mane and coat. She neighed happily and galloped around in a circle while Babochka and the other butterflies fluttered around her. The man smiled, chuckled a bit and walked away. Priroda soon forgot about her troubles and spent the rest of her life happily eating, playing, and being free with her butterfly friend Babochka and her array of friendly butterflies and flowers.