She watch as her eyes opened for the first time in years. The faint smell of dirt all around her as she felt the ground for the first time in years. It was a strange feeling, being woken up after being dead for five centuries. Her eyes slowly adjusting back to the world of the living, seeing the top of her coffin. She must have indeed died like she had expected.

She tried to remember how she died, but she couldn’t think of it. It wasn’t just that, she couldn’t remember anything. Who she was, where she was born, what she was, it was all a blur. She felt the ruffle of wings along her side, and looked to see the body of an Equine in front of her. So she was a Pegasus? It seemed like it.

She felt claustrophobic in the tight coffin around her, it was so small. The little space she had she couldn't even notice. It was to small for her, and it was so dark. The only thing that showed was the light of the moon through a small crack in the coffin. She knew she should be six feet under, but yet the glow of the moon shown through her.

Eager to leave she kicked the coffin with her hooves. It flew open and her nose caught the whiff of the cool night air. It may have been night, but the moon was the first light she had seen in years. She was blinded by it, as it hit her face. She almost had mistaken it for the sun, but it was to dark around her to be.

She sat up from her spot in the ground, and with her adjusted eyes looked at her body. Her mane fell down in front of her, being pink with many strands of white going down it. Her coat was a rusty yellow color, it was obvious that she hadn’t aged well. How old even was she? Fifty? Did her kind even live that long?

“Well what do you know,” She looked around for the owner of the voice, seeing the shadow of a unicorn in the moonlight. His voice was rather young for what his age showed. “Yet another Risen awoken from the sleep of death,”

“Risen?” She asked the pony, find her voice to be very soft and pleasant. “Is that my name?”

“Only if you wish to bare it,” The pony said, his voice monotone and low. “Now could you do me a favor and get out of that coffin. Your saving me the task of digging another, and I can guarantee you won’t be sleeping again,”

Risen, as she decided to call herself, did as she was told. She stepped out of the grave with wobbly hooves and watched as the unicorn picked up a pony. He carried over to her coffin and placed him inside, closing the doors of the coffin, and walked away. Risen was confused at the unicorns actions.

“Aren’t you going to bury them,” She asks in confusion.

“Why bother,” The unicorn responds. “Knowing that Alicorn she’ll awaken him just like she has every other pony in this graveyard,” Risen noticed how unhappily he said that. This Alicorn must really disrupt his work if he was to speak so badly about one. “Would you please get out of my graveyard,” He suddenly shouted at her angrily, throwing what looked like a sword. “You wanna survive you won’t be doing it here. Just take the thing and kill some of those Timberwolves around here,”

Not wishing to stay anyways, Risen took the sword in her mouth and trotted past the grave digging unicorn. The wrinkles on his face showed serious signs of aging. He was clearly older than her, and was probably nearing his last legs. She wanted to ask so many questions to him, but considering how he reacted to her in the first place it may not have been a good idea. Instead she simply trotted past him into the dark woods around her.

“Where should I go?” She looked back at the unicorn.

“I don’t care as long as it’s not here,” He said to her. “Oh, and if you ever get the urge to kill yourself, remember that you can’t,”

She was about to talk about what he meant, but realize she had already pushed it by asking him a question to begin with. Instead she walked down the lonesome path of trees and brush into the endless night. She felt something about the forest discomfort her. She had been here before, in this same exact setting.

The sway of the trees seemed scared her, constantly making her think they were going to fall. The brush rustled in the wind around as if there was something on the other side of it. In truth, Risen had no idea whether something was about to jump her, fall on her, or sneak up from behind. The clicking noise made by her hooves unsettling her in her environment.

She could swear something was following her, but it was impossible with how hard the wind was blowing. She knew it was more than just the wind, it was never just the wind. She stopped in her tracks to try and hear even the faintest sound of whatever was following her. She readied her sword in her mouth as she heard an off beat rustle in a nearby bush.

She didn’t show too much about the fact she had heard it, giving the pursuer a false sense of security. The only signal she really gave was a tightened grip on the sword and slight twitch in her ear to try and catch nearby movement. A very small thud hit the ground behind a bush, but the movement of a bush amongst the dying wind is what really gave it away.

She didn’t see it, but Risen sure heard the sound of a beast leaping out from a nearby bush. Quickly she swung her sword around in a circle as she saw the beast, a quadruped figure made of wood, just a couple inches away from her. She just managed to breach the wooden neck, breaking a piece of it off. She watched as the figure, one of those Timberwolves the unicorn had mentioned, land in front of her.

It quickly launched itself back at Risen, who dodged to the side prepared. As the Timberwolf regained its footing she swung her sword wildly at it, chunks of wood flying all over the place as she did. When she had finished, she found herself breathing hard from the amount of slashing she had just done. She slowly walked away from the Timberwolf, hopping it was dead.

She found a few seconds later she was wrong. Here the sound of wood moving along the ground, she looked back behind her to see what the noise was. Her eyes looked in horror as the Timberwolf easily put itself back together. All the parts she had slashed off coming back to it’s body and glueing itself back together. She couldn’t defeat this thing, not when it could do this.

Instead of trying to fight it more, she decided to run. She knew that staying to fight would be useless, and that it would kill her in a matter of time. While it was still piecing itself back together, she darted in the other direction. She didn’t bother to look back, hoping to get as far away from the creature as possible.

Risen stopped after a short while, finding herself in a clearing. She would have been happy to get away from the Timberwolf, but instead she felt terrified as she saw even more sleeping around her. Her heart was racing as she slowly made her way through the clearing, being careful to not disturbed any of the Timberwolves.

It felt like it took an hour to get across the clearing. Each time she heard a something move she would freeze in place. She only moved when she was sure nothing had awoken. She must have done this a dozen times by the time she managed to cross. As soon as she exited through the brush on the other side she let out a sigh of relief.

Then she looked up at the gigantic building that suddenly stood in front of her. She somehow felt this place would be safe, she didn’t know why but it did. She slowly walked up to the castles doors and looked behind herself to make sure she wasn’t followed. As she realized everything was safe, she opened the giant doors to the castle and stepped inside.

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