To Open Your Eyes

by Chatzi

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Dark
Length: 592

.:: WARNING; This is just me trying to get back to my old writing habits, I AM VERY RUSTY. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated, thank you! ::.

This is a story about a young colt who has just woken up from a long slumber, to discover that things are not the way he had once left it. His body and mind is then taken onto a little journey where he tries to find his new place in life, left with nothing to live for as he had woken.

Sorry for the short description; I have had an idea like this on my mind for such a long time, but I've never really gotten to full planning.

Thanks for considering to read this. ^^

(Note: The character list will be updated as the story progresses, promise. I have no intentions of keeping this an OC/Other story only.)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-18 21:13:24 UTC

Awaken

Awaken

"You alive in there?" A faint voice spoke as a young white coated colt lay on the ground.

"Hello, can you hear me?" It questioned.

"Um... Don't move, I'm going to get help!" The echo of galloping hooves began to fade to nothing as blackness kept itself spread in the air. But like a jab of a dagger, the colt's dark blue eyes opened wide as he gasped for air. He looked around quickly, seeing nothing but a black sky and sleeping plants that stretched for what appeared to be miles. But before the colt could sit up, a shot of pain surged through his head, and he collapsed back into the tall grass with a grunt, back to share one. "What's happened...?" The colt though to himself, as he rolled over, holding himself up with his two front hooves. "My head is pounding..." he thought to himself, as he raised one of his hoof's to the air, giving it a look.

Just as he expected, his hoof was trembling, as he let out a cough. Half-way though the cough, he was caught off guard as a pain as sharp as nails emitted in his ribs, feeling like his body was being ripped apart, causing him back to square one; laying in the grass, withering in pain.

He blacked out without another word.

The galloping echoed itself back.

"Stay with me, I brought you help!" the voice said, the sound of power saws turning on.

"He won't last another hour if we don't get that out of him." another voice had stated.

"Strap him down, the last thing we need is him moving while we operate!" a third voice intruded.

"No, don't, you'll kill him before that does!" the first voice shouted frantically.

"Deztan, get him out of here; He's going to mess up our concentration." the second voice had spoked.

The sounds of hooves being dragged shot up, as there was a yell.

"You guysdon't know what you're doing! You're going to kill him!" the first voice yelled.

"Enough stalling, nurse, strap him in, I need to remove this before he dies. Now."

The sound of the power saws grew louder, and there was a sudden sound of taring and shredding.

The colt's eyes shot right back open as he looked down at his stomach to notice stitches going all the way from the bottom of his stomach to his chest. He ran a hoof gently across the stitching's bumps and felt the need to scream, but when he opened his mouth, nothing but a meep. He blinked in confusion at that.

"Can I not speak?" he thought to himself, opening his mouth again trying to say 'Hello.'

Nothing came out.

"How queer..." he thought, trying yet another time to get back up onto all fours. This time it was successful, but maintaining balance was an issue.

"It feels like I was sent around the universe and back again." he raised an eyebrow, not being able to get a full grip of standing. But once able to stand, he felt a moment of accomplishment sneak up across his lips, as he let out a smile as crooked as a broken bottle of glass.

"That's one step done..." he sighed, and began to look around.

"Step two is to figure out just where the heck I am."

The area was just as grassy and as dark as it was just a few minutes ago, no sign of life besides his own and the sleeping flowers. His ears flattened.

"Bollocks."