Darkness. That's all there was.
No light shined through the black, not even the moon. The plants had died long ago, due to no sunlight. Black voids cut into the ground like mouths waiting to swallow up whoever had the misfortune to fall into it. The land was gray, gloomy, dark, cold and unforgiving.
Except, there was a little color among the land.
Two brown spots, running along the side of a bottomless chasm. They were apparently chasing something in front of them.
The first one was a stallion, with cuts and scars on his face. His fur was brown, as well as his messy mane. He had blue eyes, filled with determination. His flank was marked with a golden hourglass, and his only attire was a torn green tie. Beside him was a mare of the same color. Her matted mane was a darker brown, and her purple eyes shared the same determination as her friend. She had a mark of a fancy music note on her flank, and was wearing a pink bowtie. She was carrying a brown satchel, decorated with a horseshoe with wings.
The two ponies were chasing something ahead of them. A form of something very fast, lithesome, and elusive. The brown mare pulled something out from her satchel and threw it at the figure in front of them. The thing groaned in a deep voice, and began to slow down, but it kept going.
"We've almost got him!" The brown stallion said in a heavy British accent, "Quick! Throw another thorn!"
The brown mare obeyed, throwing another thorn. It apparently missed, for the figure didn't grunt in pain.
"We've just got to stop him!" The brown stallion huffed, "We stop him, and everything will go back to what it once was!"
"You don't think I know that?!" The mare shouted back.
The two sprinted after the figure, determined to catch it. The mare threw more thorns at it, but they all missed, for the figure in front was expecting it.
"Get back here and fight, coward!" The brown stallion demanded. He snatched a thorn from the mare and hurled it at the figure. It groaned again, but kept going, turning a corner. The two brown equines followed, sensing victory was upon them. They ran until they came to a dead end.
Their target was gone.
"Where did he go?" The mare asked, glancing around.
"He's around here somewhere." The stallion said as he pulled something out, what looked like a high tech screwdriver, and used the glowing end to scan the area, "His presence is close. I can sense it. It's difficult to hide when he has powers like his."
"We've been at this for days though," The mare stated, "He has to be getting weak by now."
The two stood back to back, carefully inspecting their surroundings. They could barely tell what was what in the darkness of the shadows.
"Show yourself, beast!" The stallion shouted, "You're weak, and we're still going strong! Let's make this quick and simple!"
No reply.
"I think he's gone." The mare said, a look of disappointment appearing on her features.
"He can't be!" Said the stallion, "We made a promise for a good, clean fight!"
"Well, he's neither good, nor clean." The mare pointed out.
The stallion ignored her, and continued to scan the area with his glowing screwdriver.
"We know you're here!" He shouted, "We've got you now!"
"Au contraire, my friend," Said a deep, maliciously happy voice, causing both equines to freeze in place, "It is I who has you."
The wind began to blow fiercely. Something appeared behind the two ponies, growing bigger every moment. The brown stallion's eyes dialated in fear, seeing the black, blue, and purple hole leading to blackness appear. The hole began sucking in everything around it. Air, dirt, plants, rocks, nothing could escape its pull.
The stallion luckily grabbed onto a dead tree near him, and grabbed the mare's front hoof to keep her from flying into the hole.
"What is that thing?!" The mare asked, desperately trying to hold onto the stallion's hoof.
"It's a time portal!" The stallion shouted over the rush of wind, "He's trying to send us to another time to get rid of us! Hang on! He can't keep it up forever!"
"WHOOVES!" The mare screamed, right before a yellow flash hit the stallion's hoof, causing him to loose grip on the mare's hoof.
"OCTAVIA, NO!"
Luckily, the mare managed to grab onto another dead tree, holding with a death grip. The stallion breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hang on! The portal will close soon!" He yelled.
"Whooves! I can't!" The mare cried, feeling her hooves slip from the tree, "Help me!"
"HOLD ON!"
"I don't think so, my friends." The voice snarled after being silent for so long.
The mare felt cold, sharp claws slash across her right hoof. She yelped in pain, not realizing that she had let go of the tree. The mare flailed her limbs uselessly, as the portal's suction overtook her, swallowing her up like a toddler and a piece of candy. The stallion watched helplessly, as the time portal took his best friend, closing up, leaving the place in peace, and with one less pony.
The stallion sank to his knees, his mouth open agape. He buried his face into his brown hooves and began to cry. There was no saving her now, for she was probably half way across the galaxy by now.
The stallion tensed, feeling a freezing cold claw lay on his shoulder. He whipped around, but nothing was there, but he could still feel it on his shoulder.
"Don't get so down, buddy," The voice teased, "After all, she was a pain in the neck anyway."
As it said this, something clicked inside the stallion. He bucked the invisible being behind him and reared, madly scraping his hooves at the air. He grabbed his screwdriver, switching it on, pointing it at the place where the time portal had been.
"Wait! What are you doing?!" The voice asked in outrage.
The space that the stallion was pointing his screwdriver began to distort, forming the portal again. He galloped to it, leaping through it with grace, and closing it again with the screwdriver.
"Hey! I didn't count on you going after her! Wait! Wait! Oh come on! That's not even fair! Ugh..."
