Prologue
The fog was incredibly thick, so think you could hold your arm out and not see your fingers.
I had untied the scabbard off the belt, and began to use it as a blind-man's stick. I fell down what could be
described as a basin of some sort, my vision cleared.
Looking around I could hear the screams of worried ponies, attempting to find one and other in the dense fog.
I heard a voice shout out "where's my Dinky? Dinky Doo, Where are you?" I recognized that voice, a certain mail-mare of PonyVille.
I suddenly felt a dark chill in the air. Looking up I saw a ghostly apparition of things to come.
I saw a deadly, ghastly white horse with glowing red eyes seemingly running on air. I felt the icy glare of the being,
chilling me to the core. It shot down towards me and spoke "you," the beast's mouth never moved "are not of this world"
I rolled my eyes, drawing my blade from the scabbard. "Neither are you in-case you haven't noticed" I retorted.
The blade shimmered in the light, I plunged my blade through the strange being's chest, but no blood was drawn.
The being reared itself up, and brought its hooves down upon me.
Total darkness was all I saw.
I had not come this far to die now
"You won't die here," a distorted voice spoke softly in my ear.
"We still have plans for you" another sounded off.
"Many plans, great plans" the final voice spoke.