Stranded
It was a windy, cold day in the town of Berthos. Dark clouds covered the sky, choking out the life giving rays, and putting a dark droll on the land. There was no sound, except the whistling of the wind, and the steady drumming of rain all around. As the rain turned into a downpour, a small figure huddled in the only shade she could.... a small cave under a tree. Oh, how I wish things could go better... She thought, as she tried to block the cold wind from coming in. She was a rose- colored mare, with a blue mane, and the most deepest sapphire eyes, that if one were to look in them, you'd feel like you were looking in her innocent soul. The ice-blue stones looked to the sky, as if to beg the clouds and wind to stop.....
