I found myself running down a road lit up by lanterns. I didn't know why I was running, but I was, and had a strange feeling not to stop. So I didn't. I hoofed it through the barren village, there wasn't a soul in sight. I was alone in the cold autumn night.
The village resembled mine, only the houses looked different. It could have been the darkness making them look weird, though. Although it was dark outside, the sun was rising in the east, that was also the way I was running.
The road forked, I turned right. It curved to the left a little bit, leading for the hills that surround my village. I ran toward the hills and kept going. I dashed by houses of ponies that I knew, but at the same time they looked alien. As if I have never seen them before in my life.
I stopped in front of the town’s gate. Usually, a guard or two wereposted by it. Weird, I thought, as I bucked open the two gates revealing a stone road that snaked into the hills and past the mountains that lie south. I didn't follow the road, though, I ran straight to the eastern hills.
My mane was getting sweaty from running up hills. As I reached the top of a hill, I looked back toward the west. A sea of black was spilling in through the mountain passage and into the hills. Massive constructs and war machines rolled over the grassy hills. The ground was shaking as hundreds of stallions marched.
I let out a curse word and kept running Further away from my village. I heard yelps and screams along with the crackle of fire and the barking of the cities guard dogs, yet I ventured forth not caring to stop.
After about ten minutes, I was about a half mile (of running up and down hills) from my village. My body was getting tired. I reached the edge of the forest. I felt like I was going to collapse, so I took a breather.
CRASH! The two trees to my right suddenly exploded into fire! An inch long splinter caught me right in the neck, I didn't bother to insept it. Out of sheer panic and fear I bolted forward, not ever knowing what made the tree explode.
I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. My muscles ached from exhaustion, my sides were in immense pain, every breath felt as if somepony was stabbing me with a dagger. I looked behind me at the town that now served as a battle ground. The building and houses smoldered creating a thick, pitch black cloud of smoke. The hazy sky was raining ashes, making it even harder to breath. The air reeked of burning hay and death.
Towering war machines rolled over the distant hills surrounding the village. Catapults and cannons unleashed there salvo on the citizens and town guards. Hundreds of warriors and machines marched and rolled with an earth breaking quake. The army must of came in from the sea of stars, west of my village. I turned from the violent scene, quickly catching my breathe I dashed down the narrow forest road. The forest was still dark, even though I could see the Sun cracking through the canopy.
Roots came up through the cobblestone path, nopony knew about the path except me and a few others, so nopony ever tended to it. Slow enough to keep myself from tripping over the roots, but fast enough to escape the horrific scene behind me, I ran for what seemed like hours. After Celestia know how long of nonstop running, I stopped. The sun shone bright with it's amber, celestial beauty. The screams behind me ceased.
I glanced at my hooves, my legs suddenly became heavier and I started shaking. I could taste blood in the back of my mouth. My vision blurred and I could no longer stand up.
A queer sensation overcame me as I collapsed. The pain all over my body seemed to heal and I could no longer feel anything but the air brushing past my face as I fell. I slipped into conciseness and violently hit the floor of my bedroom.
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My body hit the floor with such force it woke up my dog sleeping across the room. He jumped up and barked at some invisible intruder. Scanning the room, he found it was me. He looked at me with his black and golden eyes as if to say, "What's the big idead waking me up with your clumsiness?" The thought fit perfectly with his cocked head. I let out a soft chuckle and he came toward me. I let out my foreleg and brushed it along his black, grey, and white fur.
His name was Dreamcatcher. We found him after a dragon attacked our village... (wait, I should fill you in on his homeland before I get into the story. Moonrite lives in the kingdom of Dragonfall. It is a very different, and hostile land for outsiders. Dragons fly free in the mountains that pretty much cover all of the landscape. The only places without mountians are the plains that stretch from the fjord, and Redlum's valley. Redlum's valley takes the better part of a day to pass, and is reltively flat. It's really more of a praire than a valley, but I guess that valley sounds better. Anyways, Redlum is a dragon. Some say he's even older that the Princesses themselves, and that he saw the very first equines walk these lands with his very own eyes. With Redlum being as old and wise as he is, he became the king of dragons. He erected his kingdom in the praire, or valley as most ponyfolk call it. Dragons thrive in this legendary valley, and on occasion they come from the valley to terrorize the residences in their land, taking their diamonds, jewels, gemstones, and on rare instances... ponies.)
The dragon that attacked our village killed my... I mean our father, in the raid. Our mother died during child birth. Our father was a guard that helped defend our village from threats, just like the one that killed him. The other guards slayed the foul beast and beheaded it. They put the head in the middle of town to recognize the brave stallions that gave their lives defending the village.
My sister and I were crushed and heartbroken from the tradegy bestowed upon us. We stayed for a speech that was hastely put together by the mayor, and took our chairs in the feast that followed. On our slow, dark way back home we found a puppy, all alone in the middle of the road, whimpering. The pup had been burnt from the dragon. My sister nearly broke down in the middle of the street. She galloped closer to the poor baby and magically tended to his wounds (my sister always was a natural at healing spells) and wrapped him in her cloak. She nestled him in the warmth of her saddle bag that was full of wool and feathers the guards and grieving townsfolk donated to us. From that day on we cared for that dog and loved it, and it loved us.
All of our fear and depression left us that day and never did dare to come back. Our nightmares also stopped! For the first time in months, we dreamed of harmony! So we named our beautiful dog, Dreamcatcher. Me and my sister had the same dream that night. Six mares, all wearing jewelery that matched their cutie mark. One of them stuck out in my head, a pegasus, with a rainbow mane and ruby red eyes.
The dream started with me and sister in a dark room, alone. We just glanced at each other. We were both bloodied and bruised, and much older, about the age we are now (we were fillies when we had the dream after all). The darkness soon evaporated and the room was being invaded by a rainbow!
"Aaaaaaaagh!" I heard my sister scream from across the cottage! The thought of the dream was long gone as I leaped up and rushed out of my bedroom door. I ran down the hall and stopped at my sister's door. I took a deep breath.
"I'm here, don't worry!" I yelled.
I bucked the door down. She was lying in her bed, wrapped in sweaty blankets and gasping for air.
She leaned toward me.
"We have to leave! Now!"
