I walked for about ten minutes around the farm, enjoying the serene sounds of the leaves bending to the winds voice. That was until I heard a pair of arguing voices. I looked around me for a hiding spot, but I couldn't find one shred of solitude.
And as I was about to run, I saw their heads peek over the hill. I saw the color of that pony's dark blue mane and the cowboy hat on the one that accompanied her.
"Please Applejack, we need to hurry!"
"Ah'm sorry Twilight, ah had to check up on Granny Smith! She's gettin' on in 'er age an'-!"
"Applejack, we don't have time to argue! That monster could be attacking Ponyville as we speak! Come on, I'm sure if we hurry-" I'm not going to sugar coat it for you, they saw me. And before I knew it, 'Applejack' had pulled a lasso from nowhere and flung it at me. I did the one thing I've been doing all day. Run. I ran perpendicular to the rope and went further into the apple farm.
I knew I had a momentary head start, but I knew they were going to easily catch up with me, since they were ponies. I ran as fast as I possibly could and yet I still felt a piece of rope circle itself around my neck and choke me. Dust kicked up when I was forced onto the ground and was dragged as I tried to get air into my lungs.
I pulled the axe out of its homemade holster, and swung randomly at the direction I was being pulled at. I was lucky I managed to cut the rope in one of my many swings, but it didn't stop the feeling of utter terror I felt.
I had rushed myself onto my feet and started running again, with a small piece of rope dangling around my neck. I heard the sounds of hooves galloping in my direction, and the sounds of electricity sparking.
I thought I had a pretty good lead, but I was proven wrong when I felt the rope contract around my neck. I was incredibly confused, I thought I cut it and yet I still felt it enclose around my neck. I tried to grab for the rope but I felt the emptiness of air. I looked behind me to see a purple aura around the small piece of the rope that I didn't take off, and saw 'Twilight' with the same aura around her horn. I didn't need to be a detective to put two and two together. Being in my air deprived head, I ripped out my cocked back revolver and shot at her.
I immediately felt release on my throat and pulled the rest of the rope off before looking behind me. I saw the small purple unicorn on the ground, crying, holding her left arm. Blood oozed out of her small, frail, body which ultimately stained her crisp purple fur. Her friend on the other hand was lying on the ground. Her eyes shut tight and hooves holding her ears down. Taking the advantage I had, in started to run again.
And ran I did. I ran past the acres of apples and through the thick border of the forest. I stopped soon after, and took a small breather before I took out my gun. I took out the bullet I had recently fired and tossed it onto the ground before replacing the empty slot with non-fired round.
But as soon as I put the gun back, I heard a set of galloping hooves again.
"YA FILTHY VARMINT!"
I didn't need any more motivation. I started to run again. I made my way past the thick trunks of trees and threw any sort of debris I could find behind me. But no matter how long I'd used that tactic, I always heard those hooves getting closer and closer. Eventually I found my way into a clearing of the forest, and thought I was home free.
But I was wrong. Instead of finding sanctuary, I found the edge of a cliff. I skidded to a halt, and looked down the abyss. Below the steep cliff was a raging river with jagged rocks. Past the cliff there was another ledge that was a couple feet down probably twenty feet away. I thought that was the end of the line, it should've been. Maybe things would have turned out different, possibly for the better. But instead, I went a couple of feet back, ran as fast as my tired legs would let me before I jumped as hard as I could.
My chest slammed into the cold rocky earth and my hands clawed at the rocky ground for anything I could use as leverage. But try as I might, I couldn't find anything to grab onto. Instead I clutched my hands onto the skin piercing cliff.
I tried to pull myself up but the backpack was too heavy, my legs were giving out on me, and my hands were blistering with the rocks that had pierced them. I tried pulling myself up with nothing but brute force, but I guess the ledge couldn't hold my weight. I felt my only support start to crack above me, and in my desperate situation I tried to grab for something else but everything around me was nothing but slanted rock. Finally, the cliff had enough and broke away from its mantle on the ground, and allowed my body to fall into the bottomless ravine
I thought that was the end of the line for me, that my body would crushed by the broken rock. That my head would be splattered across the gorging spikes that dotted the river. But you wouldn't be reading this if I did. I fell in head first through the icy waters. A cool feeling of the water washed over me, chilling me to the bone. Though I was frozen, I managed to swim back up to the surface.
The river kept pushing me back and forth and under the water. My ragged breath and exhausted legs only making my struggle to stay afloat more unbearable. And through my struggle against the watery death pit, God must've heard my prayer as a long heavy log was ahead of me. I dug my hands into the wooden surface, and lurched my tired body over the well worn log. In my moment of sheer exhaustion, I looked back up at the rocky cliff I just jumped off of and saw a pair of the most angriest eyes I've ever seen in my life. I've had people stare menacingly at me before, Kathleen being one of them, but I've never seen that much hate and malice in one's eyes before.
We just stared at each other, waiting for the other to give an excuse to start a fight. But it didn't happen. Instead the log carried me away from her stare and near a calm bank of sand. I let go of the log and forced my legs to endure a little bit more for me before I rested on my knees.
My body was soaking wet, my hair clung to my face, my clothes stuck to my body, and my legs were exhausted. But I pushed on. I kept walking until I found a small rudimentary cave on the side of a small mountain. Being the only piece of shelter around me, I walked up to it. It was a difficult struggle for me to get up the slanted piece of rock. I was exhausted, completely spent from my day of exertion. But once I finally got through the small gaping hole, I could do nothing but lay down against its cool walls and think of my day.
And the more I looked back on it, the more and more I felt disturbed.
I was forced from a world of filled with people, my people, to suddenly be dropped into a world with talking horses. I was confused, I was scared, I felt so alone.
But with the events of the day coming to an end, I could do nothing more but rest my eyes and hope that'd I would escape from this terrible realm.
I never felt more alien in my life.
