The Story of Isa the Blank

I had been walking for a very long time, the sun was red now and the sky was getting darker. I finally saw lights down the road. I knew it was dangerous in my position, not knowing if my safety was assured or not but i needed to get there. My leg was worse, it grew from pain, to burning, to a limp, but now its dragging behind my tired body. Slowed by dehydration and walking all day I felt weak. Whatever the town had in store for me it was surely better than this, promising in fact. I thought of what good could come if i reached it in time, water would be the first, rest, food, help for my leg. MY LEG! I turned all focus away from walking to realize my leg was not just limp but that i quit feeling pain in it, i couldnt feel it at all! As soon as i stopped i could feel how much my body really ached and how bad of a condition i was really in. I started to cry, I felt my journey was at an end. I would never reach the town before dark, I wouldnt even get past the bridge. All this time ive been wasting on trying to reach a destination when i might have been saved. I trembled to the hard ground, the stones were.packed tighter here, and it wasnt very well kept either. But I still layed there and assumed it was all over, that i would never know who i was, but here i found consolation. "Maybe its best? Maybe my life was riddled in catastrophe and sadness. Either way it didnt matter, I am at an end." I crawled into a ball with my limp leg sticking out. It was not long whenever i felt a small nudge on my back, i couldnt lift up my head. I was worn out, frail, and emotionally broken so instead I tried to talk but my throat was puffy and dry "yea?" a boys voice replied with a shout "Its her! Come quick!" I took my head out from my arms to see who or what found me. He was a unicorn, but something was... Off. He had blue hair, a brown mane, but something was still off. I rest my head back and heard several other ponies trotting towards me. A little while longer and I was lifted off the hard, cold rocks of the road and onto a hay coushin on what appeared to be a small cart much like i was carrying. Everything began to fade as I heard voices talking and the trots of the ponies walking along the cart. I was dazing off, I was still crying and the soft bumps of the cart on the road helped me to relax and I drifted off into a deep sleep.