I will warn that this story isn't like other MLP's. Things can and will be twisted and even dark, why? Well it's Discord for Celestia sakes! There has to be a ground zero for every reign and usually thats where the worse of stuff can be found.
I also don't own MLP but I do own this idea.
A pale green unicorn stallion shouted as the timber wolves raced after him in the dead of night. His stripped green and white mane and tail was starting to become tangled with burrs and sticks as he darted this way and that in the dark woods. His bright green eyes glowed lightly in the pale moon light which was starting to peak in through the thinning branches of the trees as the woods was starting to give way to the Bad Lands.
The stallion's hoof beats were just as loud as his heart as he galloped as fast as he could, the timber wolves were drawing ever so closer to him. The closest one was snapping it's jaws at his tail making the male try to move even faster.
"Ahhh!" The drying grass and the thinning trees finally gave away to the open air canyons of the bad lands and gave the stallion one of two choices. Stay and attempt to fight off the timber wolves or jump. The canyon cliff was quickly approaching and the wolves were gaining troops with each howl.
The unicorn didn't stop though. With a prayer to Princesses Luna he leaped off the cliff and closed his eyes hoping that his landing would be quick and painless.
Instead of the hard rock smashing him to bits, ice cold water engulfed him making his eyes burn and his chest gasp for air. Breaking the surface, allowed the stallion to catch a glance of his chasers who glared down at him with hungry growls. But the unicorn wasn't out of danger yet. The water was picking up speed and the sound of crashing water was starting to become deafing.
With the river turning into rapids the stallion was left to struggle, "Help!" he shouted as he tried to swim to shore. Sadly with the river current picking up not even the best foot holds were helping him and before he knew it he was swept off his feet and tossed over the falls.
With wide eyes looking up at the bright moon the stallion struggled as he was flipped onto his back to watch the skies for perhaps the last time.
Just how in the world did his normal day at the shop turn out to end like this?
His mind drifted back to that morning, back to when that old map came in to be sold. It had all started with him getting that old dusty thing, if he had never got cooked up in it he would be at home. He would be in bed after eating a plain meal and after a drink of water. He would be feeding his fish instead of falling off this waterfall.
The river under him was growing bigger and the shadows on the ground were looking less and less friendly. Arching his back so he could get one last glance at the horizon his eyes widen at what was presented. A look of disbelief and confusion settled on his face as his head was moments away from the water under him.
With a loud splash the stallion went under once again this time his body appearing down river of the falls. But instead of the area being covered in rocks and dried grass, large purple and blue spotted plants bloomed here and there while slight movement from under their leaves was linked to the think vines which moved in-between them. Thorns the size of a little filly stood out sharply on pink fluffy leafed trees. Meanwhile purple trees floated along with rocks and pieces of earth creating mini floating islands that hovered above the thickening forest. A few of the late night birds flew in formation upside down while a mix-matched creature stalked the stripped bushes that ran along the shore.
The pale green stallion slowly drifted to shore as the odd creature drew closer to him, it's lynx like heads sniffed at the unconscious male before turning to look behind and eventually turning and running off as the shadows moved out from under the trees.
At first there was silence aside from the sound of rushing water and of a few bugs, but the sound of hooves slowly came to play as they made the transfer from solid dirt to soft mud where the stallion was laid out at. Black hooves and gray legs was all that the male was able to make out as he weakly opened his eyes.
"Help," he coughed before passing right out again.
