It's the middle of the night, I am being hunted by Timburwolves. Timburwolves are giant wolves made of plants and trees. I was originally here on an expedition when IT happened. It was a giant being, made out of a type of black mist, its glowing white eyes lit up the path as it looked down upon me and me crew. Then, it swung at us, destroyed my transportation and threw some of my colleagues into the distance, all I could do was stand there in fear while my companions were either killed or trapped. Then the being lowered down and looked at me, as if inspecting me, then there was a slight chuckle from it. It then said to me,"Run, that is, if you want to live, SkyBolt." Then the Timburwolves came out of its black misty body.
I see the little fillies play on my yard, I don't mind. I enjoy a little company every now and then. Sometimes this little one, SkyBolt, I believe was his name. I still remember him for he had a red and yellow mane, and these big blue curious eyes. He would come up to me and ask me if I knew any stories. I would always tell him a story, and I got used to seeing him 3 times a week. Now, he has gotten older, but he still asks me if I know anymore stories. I always chuckle, the lad is so curious, I tell ya. I once told him about my mom. She was a wonderful mother. Even though we were short on bits, we lasted. Now, SkyBolt sits across from me as I tell him this story.
I have a very weak heart, sometimes, I can't even make it through the day without feeling the sorrow. It just keeps getting to me everyday, hardening the shell around my heart. I try to remember the good days, but those are long gone now. So I just now sit up on a hill, and think, will it ever end?
