Wrongfully Imprisoned

Chapter 2

Storyteller POV
As Vincent came to the village, he started to search for someone to learn where he was. Vincent realized something about this place: The rooves of the houses made out of hay and the walls were made out of stone which is coated with clay. The doors and windows were wooden and there was no street lights around to light up the night. This winced Vincent a little. Vincent was about to reach the center of the village while he heard people talking. And he heard hoofsteps aswell. "Clip clop clip clop".

Vincent inhaled deeply with joy. "Finally someone to talk!" As he walked towards the center, he had a great shock because of the scene he saw. Colorful, cartoonish horses everywhere! And the weirdest fact was, he was sure some people were talking but there was no sign of humanity to be seen. It did't take so long for Vincent to figure out that the ones who were speaking are these horses...

Vincent POV
I couldn't believe it... Horses... Speaking horses who lives just like humans. I just stared at this scene, I tried to pull myself together. I quickly dashed back to street I jumped out before. "What did I just see there?" I sneaked my head out to double check. "I am not dreaming, there are talking, colorful horses out there." I encouraged myself to get there and face this reality. With a final sigh, I got out the corner I was hiding. Walking slowly, and have no idea what am I going to do. In a short while, everybo-pony noticed me of course. They were whispering to eachother as I walk past them. Some fillies were hiding behind their parents, normally: They see an ape-like creature which stands on two legs and with a weird clothing.