Many foals want to find their cutie mark as soon as possible, to discover their inner talent. But I wish I never uncovered my ‘talent’ , if you could call it one. It’s no talent, it is a curse. When I was a filly, I had visited my great aunt’s house. I saw a trio of crows that wheeled into the room and cawed madly before flapping right out. Oddly, nopony even stirred or gave any notice of the cryptic behavior of three black birds that had just flew in front of their eyes. Not soon after, my aunt, who was in the same room, died suddenly of heart failure. That night, an ink-black feather appeared on my flank. I did not know what it meant at first, but the same events repeated themselves later - I constantly saw strange crows that were invisible to others. I realized my talent was predicting death. I tried to challenge fate by trying to prevent a pony’s death. I would try to warn them, or catch them before they fell, or take them to the nearest hospital before it happened. But all I could do was end up having to uselessly watch them die, because all my efforts went to waste in the end. I have now taken to a life of being secluded within my home, to avoid seeing ponies and predicting their deaths.

As I write this, three inky birds have landed on my windowsill.
But nopony is in the room except me. I feel a strange, ice-cold chill down my spine.

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/end of weird monologue

After so long, I found the time to get a drawing up! Plus a random story bundled along with it. If you cannot tell, she has predicted her own death.

Pens and pens!