A New Pony In School

The blackness was overwhelming.

It embraced my small body with an unbearable cold that echoed throughout my very bones. It ricocheted through my brain, screamed with no sound.

A voice.

It was faint, but so painfully familiar. My entire being was encompassed by an overwhelming desire to strive toward that voice. That that voice carried security, and a sense of home.

A light.

It was small, and yet blinding. It chased the darkness away, and the voice continued, growing ever more desperate, and as the voice got louder, the light grew. The voice became anguished, and I made out a fuzzy orange blur in my field of vision. The pale pink of a mouth became evident, and I realised that this was the voice that had saved my from the cold blackness of unconsciousness. The screams became coherent, and a drop of wetness fell on my face.

Two words, repeated over and over again became clear.

"SPECTRUM, PLEASE!"

Something snapped at those two words.

The world ceased being fuzzy, outlines became clear, and the face in front of me broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen.

I became aware of the limbs wrapped around my torso, and a dull throb in my head. A few tawny brown locks came into my field of vision, and I swiped them away. A choking noise came from the throat of the colt wrapped around me, and he buried his face in the fur of my chest. As the obscuring face left my view I became aware of a blue cyborg type colt and a younger grey colt huddled in the corner. Both were coated in cuts, bruises, blood and dirt.

"How long was I out for?" I asked, desperate to break the silence that had made itself known in the room.

"A-A week" came the shaky answer from the silvery grey one. "Th-They've taken over T-Trothampton." the blue colt choked out. He motioned over to a small window to the right. I tried to see what he was motioning to, but the orange and red colt would not allow any movement on my behalf. I shrugged him off with a little more force than intended, and immediately went over to the barred window. I was greeted with a mass of green slime, dead bodies and the shells of broken homes.

And there were changelings everywhere.