Valley of the Fog

The pony gasped as he quickly slammed both hooves on the ground, pushing himself away from the stone tiles he laid on. He stood up on all fours for a second, then fell down on his back. The stallion scratched at his throat as he tried to grasp the air around him. His breathing slowed as well as his motioning of limbs. His eyes examined the area around him taking note of his surrounding. The trees were dark, long green moss hung from the branches that stuck out from the large masses. Both hooves touched the ground below him feeling the same cold stone from before, around him were stone walls with cracks scattered a crossed its gray surface.

There was no ceiling and the moon was out, high above the dark trees its blue light illuminating the world around him. the stars stood in the dark sky not moving an inch all shining a bright white in all different sizes. his gaze shifted to an opening in the gray wall were stained pieces of glass were scattered in a more open area. As the stallion stood up his vision blurred for a short moment then returned to its normal state. He walked closer to the opening, his left fore hoof missed the edge of the opening and fell 10 feet into the lower part of the area.

He groaned in pain as his back made contact with the sharp stained glass that lay on the gray tiles. He took in a deep breath then exhaled, suppressing the pain he held inside of him. The stallion slowly began to stand taking a defensive position. limping, he walked over to another opening where a large fountain that sat in around a circular room with windows taking half the wall. The stallion fell quick and clumsily over a crooked tile, landing face first into the cold stone. Blood streamed down his nose, the stallion nodded his head back and forth as his vision turned black.

Did I make it? His last thoughts escaped his mind before he slowly succumbed to the dark depths of sleep.