She walked outside. Something inside was bugging her. Deep eyes toned with
two aqua hues scan the land. A land without flaws. A land of perfection.
Yet. something. something inside bugs her. Was it all too perfect? Did the
others think this, yet burry the emtion deep inside, hiding. simaler to
what she offen did?
It was impossible. The creature tossed her mane. She was paranoid. Everything was great. Nice. All of it. Perfect.
Or was it?
Razzaroo eyes shot open. Nighttime. Another one. The pony gave a sigh. She was having a series of disturbing dreams. She remembered last nights dream. She have an invointary shudder at the memory.
It was barren. Dead trees everywhere, mangled branches reaching up at the dull gray sky. Plants shrived up, dust kicking itself up catching into Her throght and forcing a cough. Cold brezzes contsently blowing sending reapeted chills up one's spine. Celebration Castle looming darkly in ruins. The terrible smell. What Ponyville had become wasn't the worst part.
There was a large black horse, and evil air hovering all around him. His dark forcing athortiy showing in his flaming red eyes. His hooves ,gaint hooves, crushing any possible remaining life below. Then the others. Like the ponies she onece knew. Her friends. But they couldn't be. Yet it was impossible they could bee anyone else. They stood under the looming horse. There colors faded, there eyes. like a dolls eyes. Dead. All dead. Yet so alive. Only the whites of there eyes could be seen. Terror. Only Terror. Everything. lived. breathed. terror.
Razzaroo set up. That past dream was not a dream. Was more horrible then a nightmare. Yet the part Razzaroo found most disturbing was it all seemed true. Run.. Run away before it comes. No. The lavender pony laid back in her bed.
She thought she spook yet could not hear her words. She did speak. In the most soft of a whisper, "Stop being so paranoid."
Far away a shadowed creatures stared at the image of Razzaroo inside a clear errie cystal ball. "She knows." The creatured hissed.
[Yeah. The chapter's really short. Expect them all to be like that. Lol. Yes I wrote it in a rush and didn't spell check or anything. This is how a write. Sorry. ]
It was impossible. The creature tossed her mane. She was paranoid. Everything was great. Nice. All of it. Perfect.
Or was it?
Razzaroo eyes shot open. Nighttime. Another one. The pony gave a sigh. She was having a series of disturbing dreams. She remembered last nights dream. She have an invointary shudder at the memory.
It was barren. Dead trees everywhere, mangled branches reaching up at the dull gray sky. Plants shrived up, dust kicking itself up catching into Her throght and forcing a cough. Cold brezzes contsently blowing sending reapeted chills up one's spine. Celebration Castle looming darkly in ruins. The terrible smell. What Ponyville had become wasn't the worst part.
There was a large black horse, and evil air hovering all around him. His dark forcing athortiy showing in his flaming red eyes. His hooves ,gaint hooves, crushing any possible remaining life below. Then the others. Like the ponies she onece knew. Her friends. But they couldn't be. Yet it was impossible they could bee anyone else. They stood under the looming horse. There colors faded, there eyes. like a dolls eyes. Dead. All dead. Yet so alive. Only the whites of there eyes could be seen. Terror. Only Terror. Everything. lived. breathed. terror.
Razzaroo set up. That past dream was not a dream. Was more horrible then a nightmare. Yet the part Razzaroo found most disturbing was it all seemed true. Run.. Run away before it comes. No. The lavender pony laid back in her bed.
She thought she spook yet could not hear her words. She did speak. In the most soft of a whisper, "Stop being so paranoid."
Far away a shadowed creatures stared at the image of Razzaroo inside a clear errie cystal ball. "She knows." The creatured hissed.
[Yeah. The chapter's really short. Expect them all to be like that. Lol. Yes I wrote it in a rush and didn't spell check or anything. This is how a write. Sorry. ]