The night was cold as it ran through my wings. I looked over my shoulder to see if any pony was there. I was in the clear but I was still scared. I lit the ally with my magic but it was very faint.
“I can’t go on.” I huffed to myself. I wonder if I should keep running or just go to sleep for a bit. As much as I wanted to run I couldn’t any more. I let my wings fall over me and keep my body as warm as it could.
“Hello?” whispered a kind voice.
“Is she alive?” asked a ruff but girly voice next to her.
“Hi! Wake up so we can have fun!” Shouted a fun voice.
A pony started to yank my wings so they could see my body.
“Leave me alone!” I shouted and started to cry. They stopped.
“we only want to help you!” said the kind voice again.
I open my wing reluctantly expecting them to be ling to me. When I open my wings I looked for the ponies. I saw the shocked look on their faces.
The pink one looked the funniest. The blue one was funny too. The yellow one looked at me confused.
“why would an alicorn like you be in an ally? All dirty and scared!” the yellow one said.
“An alicorn? What’s that?” I asked.
“An alicorn doesn’t know what an alicorn is? The blue on cracked up laughing, and the pink one joined in.
“I guess we should introduce our selves! Well I’m Fluttershy!” Said the yellow one in a motherly tone.
“I’m rainbow dash! Fasted thing in equestria!” gloated the blue one.
“And I’m pinkie pie!” said the pink one happily.
I looked at them. Would they really help me? I don’t know them at all. . . I don’t know anyone really. I don’t even know my own name!
“let’s get you to my cottage.” Soothed Flutter shy.
All three picked me up. We started into the blinding sunlight. I couldn’t see anything but I felt everything. The wind, the clouds, the ponies, the trees. My sight returned and I saw a place I don’t remember running in. I must have been so tied I didn’t relies I left the place where the ponies with pitch forks and torches chased me.
We got to the cottage and they put me on the floor.
“what are you doing here anyway?” asked rainbow dash.
“I don’t know to be honest.” I answered.
“Well what’s your name?” asked pinkie pie.
“I don’t that. . .” I said sadly.