One way ticket

(You know what, I’m going to refer to the main ‘him’ as ‘you’ from now on, I know it’s bad changing this far out, but screw it. I’m to darn lazy to rewrite the prologue so deal with it)

Location:Equestria. The Everfree Forest.

Time:21.45

The lights consumed you. At first there was nothing but the soaring bright lights, of  the Northern-Lights, always shifting. You feel no pain to speak of, you would think that this much energy should generate some heat, but is seemed cold almost refreshing.

You raised a hand, holding it outright, the lights licked your hand like fire, but it doesn't burn, you can feel the flame dance all over your body, but it left you unharmed. Suddenly the light retreated, expanding out in a circle, with a confused looking human at its center.

As the light retreated gradually reviling your camp. you allowed yourself a slight hope that you didn’t have to brake your promise. But fate apparently doesn't like you.

When the lights have retreated in to the sky you see, to your dismay, the largest moon you have ever seen. You realized you were not were you were suppose to be, panic, anger and other fun feelings gripes you.

“Hey come back! Where do you think your going? You can't just leave me her! What gives you the right...” You continue to shout and yell at the night sky, dealing out a somewhat colourful dish of curses and analogise in a Norwegian dialect few know, some best not be described in detail. But to give you an idea, Otter breath and Sheep fucker, are some of the less colourful ones.

Unknown to you, your little performance of mild Viking curses, was being observed from a distance.

A slight rustle from a behind you, halts your verbal onslaught at the empty sky. There was a long painful silence. You scan for anything you can use to defend your self with. your eyes wasn’t fully adjusted to your dark soundings jet, but eventually your eyes fall on your axe, that was lying only a few feet away from you. A few thence minutes followed, you were listening for any movement that might give whatever was stalking you away.

As you heard a second rustle pretty much from right behind you, you make a mad sprint for the axe.  You snatched it off the ground, turning to see the creature that was stalking you had given chase.

“A Manticore?” The shock of the mythological creature's sheer existence, and not to speak of its determination to have you as his midnight snack, had you stunned. The Manticore lifted his right paw, preparing to bring it down with lethal force.

You took a step back and brought up your axe just in time. The force of the hit snaps the axe handle in two and send you flying several feet in the air. You hit the ground with a loud thud, after a few dazed seconds you get on your feet. You examine your now broken in half axe, and you feel a spike of anger run through you.

“Owh you’re gonna get it now!” You fling the lower part of the handle at the Manticore, it connected just on the side if its head. This feeble attempt of an attack distracted the creature just long enough for you to close the distances between the two of you.

The Manticore took a swing at you, but with your current momentum and direction you dodged it with ease. As you got right in front of it, you transfer all your momentum and strength in to your arm and brought the stumped axe right up and in to the creature’s throat. Severing several main arteries and utterly destroying its voice box. The screams of pain were reduced to sickening coughs and gurgles.

With a flick of your wrist you pull the axe out, and streams of warm blood spray out all over you, and the clearing around. The massive creature collapsed and hit the ground with a gut wrenching thud.

You stood towering over your attacker, blood dripping from your chin, panting like a maniac, with a sad look on your face. You started feeling bad for the Manticore, it had most certainly lost, but it wasn’t dead. You knew that bleeding out like this was a slow and painful death.

You never liked to see suffering in any form or size, especially from such a proud beast. You walked over to your backpack and opened you rifle bag that was hanging on the side, you pulled out your grandfathers rifle. You walked over to the crippled lion scorpion hybrid, with rifle in hand. The Manticore eyed you closely as you walked over to it, you could see the terror you were causing.

“Find peace,” You brought the barrel up to the head of the huge creature, bringing with you a swift death. Just as you were going to pull the trigger, the tail came swinging right at you. The stinger dug deep in to your arm injecting its venom, and with the last of the power, the broken animal could summon, it ripped your arm right open.

You stumbled a bit yelling out in pain, but you recovered quickly. You sett your eyes on the Manticore glaring death at it. It might have been your stare, or it might have been the fact that it used up all its remaining energy in its last attack, but non the less, it was dead.

You let out a sigh of relief and sadness. You have just ended a life, you have killed lesser beings before but you never enjoined it. You look down at your maimed arm, it was bleeding heavily. ‘A little more than a scrape’ you thought to your self.

You recall something you read somewhere: The mythological creature known as a Manticore from Greek mythology, is fabled to have a anticoagulant venom that makes its victims bleed for long periods of time, after the initial wound is dealt...

You have no idea where you read it, or even if it true, but you knew one thing. You needed to stop the heavy bleeding and fast. You extract your first aid kit from the bowels of your backpack and start examining the wound.

It wasn't a clean cut, nor was it a full blown tear, it was something in between. Small flaps of flesh hang from the sides and the depths of the wound was surprisingly smooth. You knew what you had to do, but the though of it made you sick. You stuffed some sterile cotton in the wound, and wrapped a role of bandages around it, you even tied a belt right above the cut to minimize your blood lose.

Now with the painful task of dressing your wound temporally, done, you could work on a more permanent solution. You started collecting firewood and dry tinder, it went painfully slow with only one good arm, but you managed to get a fire going. Now came the hard part, after letting the fire roar on a little, you started cleaning your wound, pulling out all the blood soaked cotton and what not.

You had to stop the bleeding, a wound this size, and the possible anticoagulant in your body meant your body could not do it on its own, so you had to do it for it. You had to burn the wound shut. You pulled out a stick that was glowing red at the tip, and steeled your self for the pain that was to come.

“This is gonna suck as-aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...” Your screams of pain roared through the night sky like a wolf’s howl.

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“What do you see?” The couple was galloping through the dense forest, searching for the source of the screams.

“Wait a sec” The crystal blue unicorn’s horn started to glow. “This way!” He yelled as he took a sharp left in to the thick vegetation. A green mare following right behind.

After a short while they passed through the threshold between the forest and the clearing.

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You had just finished burning your self, and had started to disinfect and wrap the now black wound. You herd the rustle from behind you. 'Not an other one!' You thought to your self as you spun around, bloody bandages still hanging from your arm, and grabbed your rifle.

The two presences stopped dead in there tracks at the sight of a huge bloody bipedal creature. They were expecting a pony instead they got, what looked like a big hairless ape. Your eyes widen, and you lowered you firearm, it all suddenly clicked in to place.

“I’M IN EQUESTRIA?!!!” You finally buckled under the pain, the exhaustion, and the mental pressure that comes with seeing Equestrian ponies. You paced back and forth in the clearing ranting something about interstellar travel and the bronys being to blame. The two ponies just stood stone still shell-shocked. You felt a tap in your brain.

“Oh dear, the fail safe.” You said, you knew what came next. “Don’t forget my hat,” You toppled, slumping down on the ground.

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Location: Your mind

Time: Irrelevant

You woke up in a void constructed to house you during these ill-advised down times.

“Urg... I hate this place. Hey, wheres my tree?!” You shouted, remarking the lack of anything. Out of nowhere a tree appeared. It looked like it was drawn on to the void with a pencil.

“Good, now make me a lake while your at it” You said walking over to the tree. Before long a lake appeared, still colored in the same gray fashion as the tree but non the less, a lake.

“And now starts the waiting game, a game I am so very, very, bad at” You pick up rocks and start skipping them across the empty void of your mind.

(sorry it took so long. Our Internet have been shait as of late. And a writers block had a firm grip on me, in other words I started procrastinating and didn't want to stop)

(In other news: I’m sure there are heeps of errors in here, so have at it.)

P.S: --- = drastic shift of time, place and character.  \/\/ = minor jumps in time, space, and person.

P.P.S: I want to start a blog about something, thoughts?

P.P.P.S: Have a nice day

P.P.P.P.S: fixed some grammar nothing to dramatic.