A Dragon's Fate: The Fall

Deep in the Everfree Forest, Zecora was woken from her peaceful slumber as a deafening roar shook the earth. Desperately stuffing her hooves into her ears, the zebra's eyes were wide as she looked about her in fear. All around her the assorted bottles and jars rattled and clinked on their shelves, and the vibrant tribal masks that decorated her walls clattered to the floor. Moments later, there was a sound like distant thunder; accompanied by quake so violent that the zebra was thrown from her bed, while the bottles of herbs that hung from her roof fell to the ground with a harsh shattering of glass. Whatever jars and bottles that had not been secured in cupboards also fell; their contents spilling over the floor.

Zecora wasn't sure how long she lay still after that, too terrified to even think of moving. When at last she did rise, it was to take in the ruined state of her home. Unfortunately, it now looked as if it had been ransacked by a pack of Diamond Dogs. With a sigh, the zebra began to clean the mess, but her mind was far from the task at hand.

"What in the world was that noise?" she muttered. "To think it left my home in such a mess, it annoys."

Shaking her head, Zecora swept the bits of broken pottery into a bin. After that, she salvaged as much of her herbs as possible before putting them in new containers. It was then, pulling open the cupboards, that Zecora realized she was running low on supplies.

"A trip to market would be wise," Zecora stifled a yawn as she closed the cupboard. "An empty stomach would be cause to despise."

Walking back to her bed, Zecora was soon fast asleep.