Lyra and her adventures with a poor soul

                                                                      Lyra's point of view.

     "So Zecora, anything interesting happen to you lately?" After I got to Zecora's we had tea, talked, you now the norm.

     "Well, you see I've been getting the feeling somepony has been watching me. The past two days have been weirder than before, what can I say, the Everfree has never been a bore.".

     "What do mean Zecora.".

                                                                    Zecora's flashback (she's gonna talk normal)

     It was a long day of potion making, I had a potion recipe that controlled poison jokes magical properties. I know a big field of PJ just near where the nice serpent lives. I had just gotten a few hoofs away from my hut when I heard a crash over by a near timber wolf den. It was strange but not as strange as yesterday. Ok I was walking along the path to the old castle, it's was a quiet day so far and I want to go read in the castle archives. On the way there I heard the loud roar of the ferocious manticore. It seemed to be in pain, and when I went to see, it was dead with obvious marks of struggle, it was missing its head, but what under Ceslestia's sun will take on a manticore!? Then today I heard fighting deep in the Everfree, but when I went to see what the fight was about all I found was red and green ooze. The green ooze was Changling blood but the red ooze I couldn't even use in any potion I tried. It was like nothing I've ever seen. And when I tried to use it in a potion it always turn the red color of the blood. Then it would explode.

                                                                Third pony.

     The way Zecora described the past two days had fascinated Lyra. Humans had red blood, and in all the old history books it said that their blood couldn't be used in any potion at all. Lyra didn't want to waste any time investigating the anomalies.

      "Oh! Will you look at the time! Um before I go can you show me where the red liquid was?". Zecora flashed a questioning eyebrow towards Lyra.

      "Ok my friend, I'm sorry out chat had to end.". Both ponies walked out of the hut towards the battle grounds. When they reached the area Lyra said goodbye to her friend and started to look around. It wasn't long until she found a path of blood and started to follow the trail. After a few spooks the trail came to a halt, frustrated on losing her only lead Lyra,was,just about to give up when she heard a pained whisper.

     "Someone, please help... help me.". Lyra's intrigue was instantly turned into complete horror knowing that there is injured pony out in this dangerous forest.

                                                                               Human memories.

     I've had a rough life, I was sent to New York when I 13. My dad said it would toughen me up, the only thing it did was get me almost killed. They sent me to a friend of theirs that ran a hotel near Central Park, I had to work as a bellhop, janitor, room service, and that guy who presses the elevator button for you. All these jobs got me by and it was nice, the people were nice and the family housing me was nice, but everything fell apart one day. I had finished my work for the day and I wanted to go for a walk in Central Park. I had gained their trust and was given a cell phone just in case I got lost in the big city. It wasn't hard getting over to the park, I just had to take a bus. When I had arrived I could smell the grass and see all the people relaxing on the benches watch people go by. I started walking around chatting with strangers about stuff I didn't care about, petting random dogs, and just enjoying myself. I got a bucks singing... Shut up I have a beautiful voice. But I remember this would all go to hell soon.

                                                                             Humans point of view.

     I was being poked by something it and with the bruises all over my body it hurt really bad but I didn't have the strength to stop what ever or whoever it was. This continued for a few minutes, I then felt like like being floated off the ground, this is it isn't it? I'm dead, all because I got transported to a f****** hell forest by some unknown force that apparently wanted me dead. Then I got a motherf****** insect arm by a talking bug queen. Why did it have to end like this? Why did it have end so quickly? Why did my life have to suck then suck even more? What happened to happy endings? How did it come to this? I feel a breeze rush me me like I'm flying fast, I hear the sound of hooves galloping on soft dirt, and the rise and fall of my chest. I'm... Still alive. I reach out with my hand with my eyes closed and feel the insect hoof, some liquid is coming out, my guess is blood. I can't feel anything else but my right arm, I can't move or open my eye lids but I'm still alive. Breathing, something wants me alive. I start to feel the wave of fatigue over my body, just moving my arm takes a lot of work. I relax as I slip into sleep. I don't know if I'll wake up or not.