Fallen Land

Booms and screams echoed outside, shaking me awake from my slumber.

What was happening to Fillydelphia?

Tremors shook my frail Pegasus frame. I peeked outside, only for my eyes to be met with destruction.

Huge shining comets were falling from the sky, and more than a little blood was spilled on the streets.

I squeaked before galloping away from the window, purple mane billowing behind me.

My hooves trembled as I grabbed my saddlebags and fitted them over my feathery wings.

I opened the door and ran outside, only to stop myself before falling over the balcony.

I looked to the sky, praying that I could make it to the cloud cover before any enemies saw me.

Come on, Night Skies! You can do this!

I braced myself and jumped off the ledge.

My wings caught a breeze and lifted up of their own accord.

I pumped them furiously, and gained a higher altitude.

"Hey! There's one we didn't get!" a shrill voice screamed.

I heard the far away chink of a crossbow being loaded.

I scream inwardly and rose higher, preparing myself for a world of hurt.

I heard a whistling sound, then a sharp sensation of pain.

I could not scream, for I was mute.

The arrows was embedded in my wing, hindering me.

Biting my tongue, tears filled my eyes, but I pushed on. I could hear mocking laughter behind me, and another crossbow being loaded.

Sighing in relief, I spotted a thick cloud about five feet away. I raced towards it with all my might.

All of a sudden, I felt a sharp sound near my ear. I flicked it just in time to see the whizzing arrow pass my face.

I dove into the cloud, and marveled at it's thickness.

Exhaustion and pain overcame me, and my eyes fluttered close.