Light that gleams in darkness....
Forks of white lighting danced and flitted across the dull coloured storm clouds, mighty thunder claps soon followed creating a mighty boom that filled the normally serene valleys of the north valleys with quaking bangs; as if very mountains that bounded the valley's together were being smashed to pieces like they were nothing but weak bricks.
Rain flowed from the sky like a endless river. Drenching everything and everyone that it came into contact with. While gale force winds whipped into a furious furnace against mud coloured storm clouds and quaking indigo. Rain continued to poured down, rushing down from the sky like furious little streams after a winter storm.
Far below this battle of the sky. There was another much, smaller war taking place, this being the trees that smashed into eachother creating a screeching melody that sounded like a giant mashing it's teeth together. In the midst of this orchestra, she galloped through the drenched woods, her pale hooves thumping on the sodden moorland path that she had chosen.
The mare halted; pricking her ears, she searched for any sound In the empty forest that would tell her she was being followed.
Nothing...
She dropped her head in relief. She was safe, for now. As they were still out there, hunting and seeking her out....and would they find her?
It was no don't they would, if she continued to stand like this.
"Keep on running and don't look back....If you look back you'll slow down the pace....and they'll catch you quicker....."
A familiar voice whispered in her head. Drowning out the sounds of the howling gale and twigs snapping under her aching hooves. Cold rain had utterly drenched her mane; leaving it clinging in strands to her coat. Which was covered also in filth and brine.
It had lost it's usual gleam and was replaced with a dull shade almost like she was drained of all her colour that had been ringing to long.....
Ringing.....That was all she could hear in head, along with that voice. The unknown; yet so familiar voice, urging her to stand up; to keep on running and fighting.
That was easier than done, as she felt like collapsing in a heap on the dead earth. She swayed on her hooves, the wind blowing her like a useless rag doll.....
Moonlight Magic grunted and flicked her ears up. There was that sound again, that tormenting nowe of her pursers. There cackling laughter was always on her ears, it was part of the reason she kept on moving.
For her, for the voice, even for the Celestia damned ringing....
"....And getting caught is something I don't wanna do".
Moon gasped with a ragged breath; Her heartbeat drummed in her ears, her thoughts swimmed with fear and her left leg burned in agony.