Unicorns and Foxes

Alright, perhaps she'd gotten a little bit turned around. Fable had been meaning to head towards the Battlefield to observe from the sidelines but a thick, thick mist had come down just when she had thought she'd been getting close. Try as she might, she couldn't see more than a foot in front of her face. When the mist finally cleared, she'd found herself halfway up a mountainside. Never one to be called a quitter - and with the hope that once she'd reached the peak, she'd be able to see exactly where she was - Fable continued on her way up. Once she'd reached the peak a terrifying sight revealed itself: glowing foliage, glowing fox (spinning through the air, as if thrown?), glowing horse? Glowing horse-with-a-horn? Unable to help herself, she simply stopped and stared. At least she managed to keep her jaw from falling open.