Deep in the Everfree

Deep In The Everfree

By InfantHorizon

**The following is an interactive story. Your choices determine who will live and who will die. When you see an asterisk (*), a choice is to be made. However, you can read the entire story and take the default choices if you so wish. Good luck.**

1. Hideout

“Come on,” Scootaloo said, “don’t be such a chicken!”

“Yeah,” Sweetie Belle said, “look who’s talking…”

“Shut up,” Applebloom grunted, “let’s just get this over with. Fluttershy’s gotta be lookin’ for us.”

The other two crusaders nodded. The fillies wandered deeper into the woods knowing nothing about what lied ahead. For the Everfree Forest was a dark and dangerous place, full of creatures never seen elsewhere. The chance of coming out decreases tenfold with every hour that passes within the forest. They had already been inside for three hours. They didn’t realize it, but this would be a bad night for at least one of them.

The fillies pushed onward, searching for the beautiful hideout Scootaloo had spoken of. Supposedly, it was secluded, yet large enough for the three of them to comfortably hang out. Magnificent waterfalls crashed about the place. Exotic birds came out and sang in the daylight. Beautiful rainbows littered the sky with happiness. And Scootaloo had seen it all.

However, it hadn’t taken her more than five minutes to find it the first time, and they were pretty sure they had been circling the same path for hours. The fillies weren’t even so sure they could get back out if they retraced their steps. And, although each one of them pretended to be tough and fearless, the immature cowardice which was bound to be existent for ponies of their age was stronger than ever. In addition to their fright, Fluttershy was most likely worried sick by now, as she was foalsitting for them.

The twigs snapped and the leaves rustled about as the hooves of the Cutie Mark Crusaders smashed across the cold, hard ground. The moonlight gave them little visibility, and the dark black fog gave an eerie feeling that could whittle away anyone’s mind had they stayed within it long enough.

Despite these harsh conditions, these poor fillies mendaciously exerted their bravery unto each other, thus making the other two do the same. Nobody was able to call off the search, do to pure embarrassment. Peer pressure can sometimes take a toll.

The three girls approached a cliff. A long distance away was the other side of the ground. Looking down, they could see a path below as well. However, this drop was extremely steep. The rocks looked extremely unstable, so climbing down would be a huge risk. A long bridge connected the cliff to the other side of the chasm.

“Which way do we go, girls?”*

Bridge*

Cliffs*