Aforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished Stories

Cold, wet, and silent

Floatation, limpness, eyes

Panic

A gasp for breath, eyes searching while floating in water. Dark stones, bluish in color, there are rock patterns that lead to walkable surface from up-high the tall cave wall. Still floating in the pool of cold water, head only visible with body submerged in dark water. Behind is light reflected from outside barely carrying through the bluish cave wall. Visibility is dim, could have been better if had some stronger light source. Anger consumes, bang with hoof against the bright bluish cave wall that leads to nature. They threw me here, sent me to die a horrible death.

The only pony who will care or know of my existence will be me. Not Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, or any pony from Ponyville. All of them will blindly follow that false deity. I will die in this place and no one will know the truth or care. I will die here, all alone with no pony to see my corpse or alert my family of my demise. All who dare to investigate will meet the same fate. It will never end, the lies, the deceit, nothing.

Screams and more banging, loud desperate yelps to something that can't be helped. Sobbing, floating around in the pool to relax the pain. It was quiet, so very still and peaceful. How could anypony not take this opportunity to lay in the waters that felt so nice to float around. Maybe death will be swift and painless. After all she had been through, Clamor Call had lost everything. Her red mane damp and dark, floating across the surface like wet moss.

Near her, a ripple sound, somewhere close. Clamor scrambled, she saw the bubble in the water and swam. Fast as she could go, each stroke from her arms splashed back at her force. She reached the tall cave wall that lead to a walkable surface, behind as she climbed, a fin emerged from the pool. Almost to the top after placing hooves on hard protrusions, the creature beneath the pool leaped from under. A large shark that came in for a bite only to taste rock and a bit from her tail. She screamed at the tug from her tail until finally making it up to the walkable surface. The ground was soft and slippery, stalactites encrusted the ceiling and the shark circled, waiting for its prey to make a mistake.