Lost on the plains of the badlands.
This isn’t a fairytale; this is a nightmare, lost in the fabled land of death.
My name forgotten in the sands of time, lost to the ponies I encountered, who I meet in this journey, only to be forgotten and left for death, which is fast approaching for my weakened body.
I’ve been walking for god knows how long by the time I met the beings that call themselves ponies, their first reaction was disgust…maybe because I towered above them, or maybe because I was sunburnt and covered in sand and blood.
Before I met them, I was on a plane, a plane headed to a distant country who’s name was lost, on the plane was three others, all gone when I awoke from the wreckage, burnt and bleeding, the pain stayed with me, until now. It’s fading now, along with most of my more important senses, lost to the unforgiving night.
I tried to speak, but no sound came out besides a dry cough, causing me to collapse to my knees, when I recovered and raised my head, my vision was filled with pink and yellow, and within an outreached hoof was a canteen. I hastily downed its contents, and spoke softly;
“ Thank you.’ then rose to my true height, causing the small horses to gasp at my open, torn, shirt. Then a the strangest thing happened a white one approached me, her mouth open, but no words came out, only some gibberish that sounded like a mix of a mule and a fox baying loudly. It sounded very unhappy, but that was nothing compared to the others, six in total, making various forms of speech, I was perplexed, so I continued to walk, past then, only to be stopped by a tan colored on, she had a tattered edge of my shirt in her mouth, pulling me the other way.
To this day, I don’t know where it was keeping me from heading the right way, or going to certain death, but I digress. I raised my hand and pointed the way I was heading, all shook their heads, so I pointed a completely random direction, they nodded, so I took off that way, they following at a pace similar to a man approaching the execution, I found that strange but trudged on.
It was the third day that one again attempted conversation, only for the baying to come again, I stood steadfast, perplexed till I was handed a small faux-leather bound book, opened to a page. On the page was a language very similar to Russian and German, I thought little of it, putting in my back pocket, unknowing of the message that lay on the pages, I wish that I had started harder the letter on the page, maybe I would’ve noticed their impending betrayal…
On the sixth day, we came across an oasis, or so I thought. They sped to the water, hoping to get a drink, only for a snake the size of a large dog strike from a outcropping of rock, nearly attaching its self on the tan pony. After it struck, the sound they mad was horror inducing, so I did the only thing that made any since, I picked up the large snake and broke its spine. After making sure the thing was dead and the water untainted, I drank and used one of the last remaining flares I had to cook the snake, I’m entirely sure that I was poisoned by the chemicals in the flare, but for the first time in a week I had food and water, I did not take this opportunity lightly.
On the dawn of the seventh day, I awoke to a completely pink pony shaking me, and baying once more while motioning with her hoof to a blue pony, on the ground looking at her leg, which seemed to be swelled up. She had stepped into one of the many holes around the oasis, and from what I could feel and tell was that she broke it above the knee, so I did the best I can, making a splint for a horse using bark from a palm tree and strips of cloth from my shirt doesn’t really make me a doctor. Strangely enough, when I was done, she rose up like a bat outta hell, on wings I swear weren’t there before, all I could say was;
“ More power to you…”
Then I turned east and started walking determined to find an escape of this hellhole.
It was two days after the incident at the oasis, and it was night and I was slowly becoming more and more sluggish, perhaps ready to die. But, I didn’t have in me to just lie down and become one with the cold sand, but I couldn’t. Suddenly an idea, perhaps brought upon by dehydration, I pulled out my worn surplus flare gun, loaded my last flare and aimed it at the sky, in the light that engulfed the night sky, a dark figure loomed toward my pony companions and I, when the flare was doing its dying arch, I saw it. A massive purple hot air blimp, it was like gods send. I immediately started to yell and wave like a fool, only for the blue flying pony to speed off towards it.. in an hours time it was making towards the ground for a landing.
To describe my happiness would take six novels and their sequels, I looked back towards the ponies, expecting them to be as happy as I was, only to dejected looks of sorrow, at that time I didn’t care, it didn’t set off the red flags like it should’ve, I was to busy getting drunk off of happiness. When it landed, the ponies approached it slowly; taking looks back at me, with sorrow in their eyes. When it was my time to board, two spears blocked my passage.
“ What the fuck? What the fucks are you doing!” I yelled at them, all I got in return was the sharp end to be jabbed at me, making me fall over the side. I screamed, cried, and cussed as they took off, not knowing what sick joke this was, my pony companions gone, and with them, my hope.
It is now midnight of the next day, and I fear I will survive the to the night, my body is failing, my breathing labored, each breath could be my last.. I know not what I have done in my life to desire this fate, but I know that my thoughts will matter not in a few hours, so with the last bit of strength, right this in the journal given to me by the ponies. May I find happiness in the after life…
Author's Note
Hey guy's its Straight Edge, hopefully this piece of shit makes up for my absence..
