Epona eyed the forest around her. The trees stretched at least fifteen feet in the air, towering over the boulders and plants. The midnight moonlight streamed through scraggly branches and onto the leaf and twig-infested ground. She came here often, and never got tired of seeing the same relaxing scenery. Her master found where he wanted to stop, a hut stacked to the ceiling with prepared logs, and informed Epona of this by untying the rope he had been leading her with from her neck. Before trotting off, Epona nuzzled her owner's cheek, which was returned by a hug around her neck. She started off into a large tunnel, about ten feet high, which lead to a fork in the road. One path lead to a maze of smaller, darker tunnels, and even Epona didn't know where these ultimately lead to. She was far too large to enter them. The other path lead to a chocolate skinned, Afro-bearing man named Coro, selling lanterns and lantern oil in front of his treehouse. He hoped to make a living by selling these things to people who wanted to go into the dark tunnels. But being sort of a...tree-hugger, he didn't attract many customers.
Epona headed for Coro's path. Not that she wanted a lantern, but because she wanted to see Hyrule Field before her master finished collecting logs. Hyrule Field was lead to by a trail that was just a few feet away from the man's "shop," and it was the center of all the Kingdom of Hyrule. In Hyrule Field, Epona could gallop freely, for all it was, was a field. A big, fat, green field. All to herself. Getting to the trail, however, would be hard. She wanted to steer clear of Coro, due to the fact that he'd come chasing after her, wanting to pet her, or ride her, or whatever tree-huggers liked doing with horses. Fortunately, he was asleep. Unfortunately, the inevitable ruckus made by her hooves woke him. Epona desperately tried hiding, but being six feet tall and colored bright brown in a world of green, camouflaging herself was impossible. The eccentric man quickly spotted her in the moonlight, and waved cheerfully. As if she could understand him. Epona grimaced, and whinnied in exasperation, similar to a human's shudder. Before she could dart off towards the trail, something caught her eye. In the entrance to the trail was a tall, locked gate. Getting to the field would be impossible, she now knew, but that wasn't what she saw. What she saw was a blue-skinned imp in revealing, black clothing.
Coro didn't notice it, for he was too busy making his way toward 'this beautiful horse.' The imp was no more than two feet tall, and it was approaching – no, floating towards – the gate. Epona squinted, and shook her head with enormous effort, as if trying to shake a bug out of her hair, or a bad memory out of her thoughts. When Epona discovered she could still see it, she gave a short, annoyed neigh and continued observing the...thing. It had bright orange hair wrapped into a ponytail and a strange stone helmet on its head, and it was evident that the imp was trying to open the gate. Suddenly, it jumped, as if it had just figured out a devious puzzle, and threw its hands into the air. Epona just stared, wide-eyed, as the imp snapped its fingers. With that, the thing melted itself, transformed into something like blue and orange bubbles. The bubbles stayed in the imp's shape, and they simply walked right through the gate. Through the entirety of wood, leaves, and a foolproof lock. Epona dropped her jaw in disbelief. She was amazed. She was outraged. She was flabbergasted. She was all the feelings a horse had when they saw an unknown and unwanted character walk through a wall.
Epona had been so distracted by this event that she didn't notice Coro merrily petting the fur on her shoulder. His hand felt disgustingly greasy, and Epona felt just about ready to vomit, when, miraculously, she heard her master calling her back. She quickly reared into the air, neighing loudly and making the man stumble backwards. On her hind legs, Epona started a hopeless sprint back to her owner.
(Author's Note: According to me, horses can vomit. XD
Can they?)
