“Have you figured out what went wrong yet?”

“No, I have not. Have you found out where he is yet?”

“I’ve had no luck, unfortunately. My best estimation is that he’s somewhere in Equestria, but other than that, I have no idea.”

“This is concerning. Finding himself in a new world will be difficult to adjust to, especially without someone there to help him. We need to focus on finding him as soon as possible.”

“Let’s just hope he didn’t appear anywhere where he might be in danger.”

I let out a huge gasp of air as my head breaks the surface. The rushing river pushes me around violently, and any attempt to swim is hindered by my new body. As I try to gain control, the rapids slam me right into a rock. It collides with my torso, bruising my rib cage. I let out cry of pain just as I bob below the water, causing water to go down my throat. I can feel as a small portion goes down the wrong hole, causing it to get in my lungs. I start coughing and hacking. I have absolutely no control right now; I’m at the mercy of this river.

As I look around, looking for something to grab onto, my eyes widen as I see that just ahead of me is a waterfall! I start to panic. If I go over the edge, there is a very good chance that I could die.

So, as soon as I am with in reach, I grab onto a rock, and hold on for dear life. The current threatens my grip, but I just hug that hunk of stone as hard as possible. Water is splashing everywhere; I am able to see that there is land a short distance away. If I get on top of this rock, I might be able to make a leap for it.

I’m still working on getting a hold of my new body, but I know I can’t just hold onto this rock forever. So, I start struggling, trying to climb the rock. I’m filled with fear that one mistake will send me to my doom. But, luckily, I am able to get my stomach to flop on top of the rock. I then put my hooves against the surface, and stand myself up.

The wind built up from the current blows against my sopping wet fur. I feel heavy with all this damp fur. I shake myself a bit to try to dry my self off some, and then I look ahead to see the dry land a short ways away. A lump appears in my throat. If I don’t make this jump, I’ll land right back in the water, which will quickly throw me over the edge.

“It’ll be ok,” I try to assure myself. “Horses have really strong legs. I’ll make this jump…I’ll make it.”

I crouch down. Focusing on the jump, I take deep breaths. Then, I extend my legs as fast and as powerfully as I can.

As cliché as it sounds, time seems to slow down for me. My mind seems to be working at a much faster pace. I look at the gap I am facing, and I see that I’m starting to descend from my jump.

‘I’m not going to make it!’

I extend my forelegs as far as I can.

My forelegs land on the grass, and I grab on as tight as I can. I’m not sure how I’m doing this with hooves, but somehow, I’m able to. My rear legs, however, splash into the water. The current tires to drag me away, but I hold on to dear life. I pull and climb, and after a few excruciating moments, I successfully get myself onto the ground. Immediately, I flop onto the ground, lying on my back, breathing in deeply, and still coughing up a bit of water from my lungs.

I can feel the rapid beat of my heart, and the strain in my muscles. I’m out of breath, so I just lie there for several minutes.

The wind blows against my wet fur, chilling me. It’s cold.

Deciding I need to get moving, I prop myself up, and get on my hooves, and feel a surge of pain as I put pressure on my right foreleg. I cry out, and retract my hoof, somehow managing to balance on three legs. I raise my foreleg up to look at it. There are deep gashes and holes in it, and it’s bleeding. Honestly, I’m surprised I’m still standing, instead of passing out from blood loss. It was probably only thanks to adrenaline that it didn’t cripple me before this moment.

“If I don’t patch this up, I’ll either die from blood loss, or some animal will smell it and come after me.” I start walking, somehow managing to stay balanced on three legs. My goal now is to find something to bind my wounds with.

As I traverse this ungodly forest, more blood leaks from my leg. The wind is still chilling me, and to top it off, I’m extremely hungry.

“So many problems, and only one me. I fucking hate this place.”

After walking for so long, my eyelids start getting heavy. I can feel myself getting sleepy.

‘That’s not good. I’m pretty sure that means I’m dying…’

As I stumble past the foliage, my eyes catch sight of something extraordinary. Separated from me by a large chasm is…a crumbling, medieval style castle.

“That’s a…am I not in America anymore?” I question to myself. My train of thought is quickly cut short when I hear the sound of howling in the air. My eyes widen in fear as I look back down at my injured leg.

“God damn it…not again.” I look ahead to see a rickety old rope bridge crossing the divide that separates me from the castle. I decide that that is the best place to take refuge. With a light and dizzy head, I manage to make my way to the bridge, and start crossing. It’s hard, as I feel like at any moment, the ropes could snap, or a board would break. Luckily, nothing happens.

After crossing the bridge, I stumble to the front doors, and nudge them open. I enter the castle as quickly as possible, shutting the doors behind me.

I knew I needed to find something to bandage my leg with, but by the time I secured myself in this castle, my energy was completely exhausted. I stumbled forward, before my legs gave way, causing me to collapse. I hit the stone floor, and flopped there, unable to continue moving.

As my eyes started to grow tired, I suddenly felt a warm tingling sensation spread over my body.

The last thing I heard before everything went black was:

“Well…what do we have here?”

Author's Note

Alright, the next two chapters will be written by theredbregade