Mare in the woods
Prologue
"Come on OUT, little one. I'm not going to hurt you." The mare cooed
'Ya right,that's a huge lie, 'your not going to hurt me' pfft. And why should I believe you? You killed my friends, you think I'm crazy enough to do that!' I wanted to say this to the crazy mare, but I didn't want to give away my hiding spot.
I watch as her white hooves clopped around the room searching for me ,even though I think she knows where I'm at, she just wants to mess with my head."Come on out,"the white mare cooed",I've been searching for you for hours now. You don't want to wait too long, the punishments might get worse."
'What could be worse than this!' I think to myself.
"Oh plenty could be worse."
Me eyes widen at this. 'Can she read my mind? Oh no she can, I'm dead, yup dead, more dead than before, great.' I think to my self.
By now I'm trying my hardest to not shake out of my skin, but I'm failing miserably. So I try more on not whimpering like a new born puppy, which fails less miserably.
I watch the mares white hooves trot into the next room and begin to hear her shuffle noisily through stuff. I hear her hooves clop back into the room I'm hiding in. Making me even more positive she knows where I'm hiding. I see her hooves come into view on my left, I notice one hoof is off the ground like she's holding something ,probably trying to trick me into thinking it's a knife.
"I have something for you, my little flower. Come on out so you can get your present."
'I'm not coming out just so you can kill me.' I direct me thought at her, not thinking she'll hear it.
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to give you a special gift, one that not many that come here receive." she responds to my thoughts. This succeeded in me allowing my self to let out a small squeak, resulting in her hooves turning in the direct of my squeak."So that's where you've been hiding, under the couch."
I squeak again and shove my body towards the back of the couch and the rotting wooden wall, trying to get as far away from the mare as possible. This doesn't help me at all, it just buys me sometime until my imedient death.
I have my eyes squeezed shut now so I don't see the mare toss the couch, like it's nothing, across the room. I do, however, hear the sound of the couch traveling through the air and the loud crash that accompanies it's fall to the floor.
I risk a peek at the world to see the mares face right in front of my face and immediately squeeze them shut again. The mare chuckles, not a sweet and kind one filled with emotion chuckle, an emotionless chuckle that really just sounds like a grunt.
The mare prods my shoulder with a for-hoof, and flinch away from the touch, not only to get away from her but because it actually hurt, like when you get burnt kind of hurt.
"Open your eyes my little flower." I shake my head viciously. "I didn't ask, I told you to open your eyes!" That was the first time she acutely raised her voice at me.
So naturally me not wanting her to kill me on the spot for not opening my eyes, I open them. I'm greeted by a ponies skull staring at me. At first I think its the mares face,I haven't had a clear view of it yet, then I look up to see the real mares face. I look into her eyes, which I realize is a huge mistake too late, because as I look into her eyes I feel like my soul is being ripped out of me stuffed back in, taken back out, and have to watch as it gets torn into pieces and whisked away in the non-existent wind. I collapse right at the mares hooves, from the pain I'm in.
She laugh's a maniacal laugh and says "This is going to be far to easy. I don't even understand why you even tried to hide from your destiny for so long. It's going to happen any way."
I look up at her face, with extreme effort, careful not to look in her eyes again, and ask, in a quivering voice "Wa-wa-what are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to make make you my servant."
"W-w-why?"
"Because you posses dark magic."
I want to ask her what dark magic is however she begins to move back a few paces from me, stands at her full height, which is pretty tall,and looks me right in the eyes, and begins to chant random words that I've never heard of.
Wind begins to blow, somehow, and the mares eyes begin to glow a neon green, and so does the the room, the light in the room fainter than the one in her eyes. She continues her chanting never breaking eye contact. I as marks on her body that I hadn't seen before become visible. The marks begin to glow the same neon green color as her eyes.
I watch as she reaches a hoof toward my forehead, I try to break eye contact, move, anything to break the spell she's working, but to no anvil. She touches my forehead, I see a flash of green and then my world goes black.