The X chronicles: Focusfollower

Cold.

I am cold.

I have never felt cold until now. I know I am cold because of what others described cold as. It was strange living a long life without feeling much cold then now suddenly feeling it at it's hopefully full might. I didn't know why I am cold. That was strange as well, I only know that I am cold.

That and the fact that my body stopped trying to warm itself by shaking a few seconds ago. Now why would it do that? I have so many questions about my situation that no one can answer. But only one question hung above all the rest. Where was I? I try to move my hand and legs only to be surprised at how much force I have to use in effort to get movement. Am I weak now? Or is something causing me to move slowly.

I would probably be spending more time thinking if I hadn't realized that I don't have my eyes open yet. But when I do open them I'm surrounded in only blinding light until it fades to let me see fish and bubbles. Oh. How stupid of me, I'm underwater. It's only now that I realize that my lungs are screaming for air. I push with all of my remaining might upwards until I hit that barrier between water and oxygen.

I don't know how I found my way to land already but I don't care. I try to think but it is useless as the adrenaline of nearly drowning clouds my mind. Eventually my mind clears itself and I try to get started on checking if I had all of my body's functions working. I carefully raise my self until i'm in a weak stand, my balance fails me and I fall backwards landing awkwardly on my butt. I wait until my mind can focus the try to stand yet again only to fail.

Of course I did not see that at first I no longer had hands or feet, but hooves. My mind at it's worst at the worst time. I had changed forms yet again. Confused I let my mind try to figure out if I'm still on earth or in another dimension.  I then decide to put it aside until I can look at my new form. The most obvious choice is that of looking at my reflection in the water, which I of course do.

I'm a horse. With what I see I have many features identical to a horse. I had a white pelt with a dark green mane that looked similar to hair. Now that I think about it most of the things around me are pretty big so I assume I'm a pony. I feel like I should be surprised but I'm really not after the time I had to save another dimension as a weird jackal creature. So it happens to be that I'm a unique colored young horse, not much of a problem there except that I may be trapped and taken to some stable out in the middle of some boring field that spans for miles. Well I'll try to avoid that.

Now where am I? I'm in the middle of a small clearing in what looks like dense trees and shrubbery. A small but murky pond just sits there in front of me. How deep was that? I have no time to figure out as I notice the trees surrounding the clearing. Apple trees. So apple trees are native to these forests or am I in some apple orchard. I slowly trot over to the dense shrubbery and push my way through it. I didn't have to go far as it was like a hedge only taking a second to get through. On this side of the shrubbery I see apple trees scattered over many healthy looking hills that ended far in the distance. I was not in a forest.

"What are you doing on my farm?" a girl said from behind me with an annoyed tone. I turn around to see a small orange horse  with blond hair wearing a hat. Who was talking?

"Your tress-a-passing you know," the now obviously talking horse said, "you going to answer the question or am I going to buck some sense into you." Buck? Was that slang or was it something she did? Was she going to kick me with the back of her hooves perhaps? Let's answer this to the best of our abilities.

"I don't know." Of course, this body isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. We'll fix that soon.

"Really now?"

"I mean I don't know what I'm doing on your farm," I said, "I apologize for being on your farm." The mare only glared at me which I took as a demand for more information.

"I think I have amnesia?" The only answer I got was a blow to the face, rendering me unconscious.