Chapter one: The forgotten
July 22, 2020
I shiver ran down her spine as rainbow dash felt the light tickle of something lightly landed on her back. She slowly blinked her eyes as she looked around, A deserted field of darkness lay before her. the ground looked dark grey as if a sea of tar. "what in the..." Rainbow said as she looked around at the barren landscape. She pushed her hoof into the dark ground and with closer inspection found that she was standing on ashes. She dug to find the cold ground dead from the lack of sunlight. This made no sense, What happened? "maybe I can find some pony to explain what is going on." She said to herself as she spread her ash covered wings for flight. "AGH!" Something was wrong with her left wing, She couldn't even lift it up halfway without a tearing pain going thru her body. "Guess ill have to walk" She began trotting of to a glow in the distance hopping to find someone to explain what was going on.
She walked and walked. Not a pony in sight for miles. "Were the hay is everyone?" Her surroundings looked unfamiliar. She walked for a while longer before she came to a patch of trees. Not a single one was alive, just small stubs of forgotten wood with no leaves in sight. All this was giving her a very bad feeling in her stomach. With every step it grew stronger until the feeling was dismissed as she came to a familiar sight, Sweet apple acres. She recognized this place, suddenly memory's started flowing into her brain, remembering all that had happened there, the races she had with Applejack, the miles and miles of apple trees that produced the cider she loved so much. These memories almost brought tears to her eyes, she didn't know why. The flashbacks leaving her with a passed the barn and the apple families house. "hello anyone there?" she yelled with a slight stutter in her voice for she was now becoming worried. no one was answering. 'cheer up they are probably in the town' she said to herself. She headed of in that direction.
The rainbow pony walked up a small hill slowly as she was still soar from whatever happened before she woke up. As she trotted over the peak of the small hill her eyes widened. Before her the small rural town of Ponyville, or at least what it used to be, sat in rubble. Huge clouds of smoke pouring from the remaining cottages and houses. Tears swelled in rainbows eyes as she looked from above at the hundreds of dead pony's bodies laying scattered on the streets. She could not think of anything to do but lay, lay there in the thick ashes as she cried and cried the tears staining her eyes and the salty taste entering her mouth. Her friends, loved ones, all gone.
