To New Horizons

You let out a loud scream as you frantically sit up in your cloud bed, the sudden motion causes a sharp flash of pain to blast through your skull and your right hind leg. But it doesn't deter you from frantically scanning the room around you, your heart beating a mile a minute as you realize where you are. You’re in your bedroom in the guild hall. In a panic you quickly look over to your armor stand, seeing it bare. This causes you to look down at yourself just to see your crescent moon necklace resting against your brown fur covered body. You also take note of the bloodstained bandage around your right hind leg. At this, you force yourself to take calm steady breaths and begin to use an old trick Ditzzy taught you to calm down.

"Three, five, fourteen, twenty-two, two, seven, fifteen." You whisper to yourself as you close your eyes and force yourself to take regular breaths, your voice trembling with fear with each number. Luckily it has its desired effect as each random number begins forcing your brain to focus on the order of the numbers rather than the fear left from the nightmare. Allowing you to relax, if only a little. You continue counting off random numbers to yourself until you feel your heart rate start to slow down to a more manageable rate.

Once you feel you're not about to die from a heart attack, you slowly open your eyes and calmly begin examining the room around you, starting with the armor stand at your right. The stand was completely barren of equipment, which was unusual, seeing that not only were you wearing your armor last night, but Eclipse was carrying you in his magic. "He'll definitely know what happened to it." You think to yourself as you slowly roll off your bed and onto your three uninjured hooves. Your body ached, though it wasn't as intense as your nightmare made it out to be.

Sure, your head throbbed with every tap of your hooves on the wooden floor and yea, the light from your window stun your eyes. But all around, this wasn't the worst hangover you've ever had. Briefly you scan the rest of your room, from right to left you first look out the window to Celestia's cool blue sky, guessing that it is more or less early afternoon. Just due to how bright it is outside. You gaze down to your desk which has obviously been disturbed. "Please don't tell me Eclipse got nosy while I was sleeping." You mentally beg to yourself as you inspect your desk. On your desk, you found your Equestrian history books were all stacked up into a neat pile on the top left corner of your desk and what replaced it in its center was a saddle bag and your adventuring journal.

You start to limp towards the strange saddlebag as your gaze continues left toward your bookshelf, allowing you to see that both it and the door to your room was completely undisturbed. From there, your gaze wanders to the spot next to your bed where you'd typically rest your sword against your bed. Only to see that your sword too was missing. That causes another bout of fear to shoot through your heart at the realization. "Where in Tartarus is my equipment. I'm not this irresponsible while drunk... am I?" You think to yourself as you try to remember past the point you blacked out, only to remember nothing. After a few steps, you reach your desk and give the contents on it a more in-depth examination.

Instantly you recognize the saddlebag as the one you left behind the bar counter downstairs. Briefly, you examine the pockets to the saddlebag, making sure everything was in order. The bag most practically empty, minus your keychain, ink and quill, and your empty canteen. With that, you look over toward your journal and catch an all too familiar silver mass at the hoof of your cloud bed. This takes priority for you and you examine the mass, recognizing it as your dirt covered armor. "One out of three." You whisper to yourself as a smile makes its way across your muzzle.

With a sigh of relief, you carefully sit back in your cloud chair and take your ink jar and quill out of your saddlebag. With a little difficulty, you manage to uncork the jar of ink and carefully dip the point of the quill into it, as you drag your journal over to you and open it to your last entry. Briefly, you spend the next few minutes staring out the window, pondering what you're going to write. After focusing on a cloud for a few minutes longer than needed, you finally settle on a first hoof account of the events of the previous day.