The Flame of The Skies

Chapter one.

I'm running, through the fog of a dense forest. Where was it I was running towards? I don't have the slightest clue, yet what I hear, and what I see keeps me going. Ash. Flakes of ash and fire fall from the skies. From the trail of a falling flame. It's heat burns the dampness of the woods. Burning me in the chase. Yet I don't stop, for what follows me behind. Is my purpose of running. Shadows.

Shadows in the shape of figures, of my kind and others. With voices I don't and do recognize. But it's not only them. As I continue my pace, the forest around me changes. The skies, the trees, the very ground I run upon. The atmosphere itself takes form.

From damp misted dirt, to dusted stone. From a canopy of branches, to ruined buildings. And the clears skies, to dark clouds. I feel the weight of my body double. The feeling, of something lying upon my back. I turn my head, to see a shadow, the shape of a pony. It holds onto me tightly, and looks to me scared. Its eyes, white. I became all the more terrified as it spoke. Its voice like static of a radio, yet words are still spoken.

"Please---elp---e"

My vision darkens, the voices grow louder. I'm swallowed in a wave of shadows.
Then, all is white.

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