Equestria; a journey with equines

To put it simply, I was on plane. The sun was shining through the windows, blinding anyone stupid enough to look at it, and the clouds were few. There were so few clouds that I could see straight down to the ocean. Despite the view, I was thoroughly bored. You would be too if you had sat for two whole hours doing nothing but staring into the horizon. Anyway, the plane was awfully stuffy, which made the whole situation even worse than it was. Even the fact that I was sat in the back corner, distant from everyone else, didn't help. This was because of a simple noise. Yes, a noise. For this noise was one of the worst noises there is. It was the noise that was a baby crying. The onslaught on my ears, and everyone else's, never let up. *sigh* Why must I suffer so?

I was travelling to see my father, as he lives up in Finland. My encounters with him are way too few and spaced far apart, I would try to see him more but one thing stood in the way. Money. And it's not like I could deal with all the hassle of the airport more often than I had too. The queues are always so long and the waiting times even longer. But then again, this particular flight got very interesting, very quickly...

The seemingly average and equally irritating flight took a turn for the worse. Yes, it actually got worse. Clouds began to form around the plane. At first it was nearly unnoticeable, except then the clouds multiplied rapidly. Their colour changed from a fluffy white to an angry black. The sunlight stopped streaming through the windows, much to everyone's relief, and the baby finally stopped crying. The clouds engulfed the aircraft mid-flight and caused the whole plane to shake violently. People started panicking like it was their job and the baby replied to this with more screaming. It was as if the baby knew what was about to happen.

The clouds started rumbling. Sounded like thunder. Wait, no, it was thunder. The lights flickered and the plane continued to rock from side to side. Small children had joined the baby in a orchestra of tears, except it had no conductor. Sounded awful. Adults were trying to calm their children while they argued with flight personal. Bags fell from the overhead lockers. I could feel the looming sense of dread as the thunder roared again, louder this time. Lights exploded and pieces of transparent plastic rained on everyone's heads. The screaming got louder except, I didn't care. I was too busy looking out the closest window.

On the outside of the plane, I could see the clouds swirl and dance to the beat of the thunder, as if it was alive. A lightning flash brought me back to the panic and screams around me. The flight personal were telling people stay in their seats and buckle up. The lightning flashed again. The cries got louder as it flashed again. And again. Rapidly. As if the lightning had a mind of its own.

BOOM!

There was an explosion, I looked out the window to see that the right side engine had been ripped off the plane. The wing too. We began descending in a spiral. The sound of screaming reached a crescendo. The flight personal said something about crashing, but I couldn't over the sound of my own heartbeat. I was scared now, there was no way anyone could make it out of this. We were doomed.

We hit the ground. Hard. I was thrust from my seat and into the ceiling. The pain was overwhelming. I blacked out.

Luna save me.