I woke up to the sound of rustling in my back garden, I had left my window open this night as it was extremely hot in my house. This unfortunately let the sound of the outside world in. I got up and looked out the window to see what could of made the sound. I didn’t see any thing at first, but then I saw what looked like a person. An extremely skinny and pale person at best I grabbed my flashlight and went out to confront whoever this was.

I aimed the beam of light at them and saw. Nothing? Had I been seeing things? Maybe it was an illusion of the night like when you look at a pile of cloths on a chair and it looks like a person. Perhaps that was it.

I walked back inside clutching the hoodie I was wearing. Then I felt something, a pain in the back of my head. It grew stronger and stronger until I collapsed on the floor. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t . my head throbbed and throbbed until all went black.

I woke up with a jolt, gasping at the air. My head didn’t hurt as much as it did but still there was some pain. I slowly sat up and realized this isn’t my house, this is a forest? A dark one at that. It was still night and the forest was probably not the greatest place to be. I looked about for something, anything but all I saw was more trees.

I got up on to my feet not exactly knowing which way to go. So I picked a direction an started walking. I looked about and still nothing but trees. I could hear the small animal scurry away from me in a panic but it didn’t bother me. Other than the occasional animal the forest was dead quiet, not a sound.

I walked for what felt like hours but in reality was only thirty minutes. That’s when I saw through the tree line what looked like a clearing. I got a burst on energy and began to run for it. When I made it their I found what I was looking for civilization. I saw houses with thatch roofs and wooden beams. So these people must live a slightly different life style than what I’m use to, no big deal I assume they can still help me.

So I began to walk in to the town in search of help.

I when I entered the town the first thing that jumped out to me was how short all the doors were. “Strange?” I thought to myself as I continued across the town. I passed multiply houses, shops and bakeries. Most notably was a tree with what looked like a house built in to it and a building that looked like one of those carousel rides you would go on as a kid. I made my way towards what looked like a house next to a barn. Next to it there was a large amount of trees disconnected to the forest I came from.

I walked up towards the house when I just barely heard a young female voice. “Shh quite Scootaloo I don’t want that thing to notice us.” The voice sounded awfully childlike. As if they were telling off one of their friends.

“I’m sure it didn’t hear us look it hasn’t even looked our way” Another young squeakier voice whispered back. Were they talking about me? I turned to my right to find a tree, I looked up to see three small head looking down at me out of a tree house. Their eyes widened and they threw the curtains closed. “What the fuck?” I thought those weren’t people they looked like equines with the way their ears were set and the way their mouths were. But their eyes where extremely out of proportion with the rest of their body.

I slowly walked toward the tree letting my curiosity get the better of me as I started to climb up the ladder that was built in to it. I could hear faint muttering coming from the tree house as I ascended. When I made it to the top the door was closed. I gently grabbed the handle and pulled it down before pushing the door open ever so slightly.

I heard three distinct gasps from the equines in the small building. I continued to push the door until I could fit my head around. I looked to the far left corner and saw the three quines huddled together there. I could now clearly make out what each of them looked like. One of them was a yellow color with a bright red mane, the one to her left had a orange coat and a purplish mane and the final one was white with a purple and pink main split down the middle. She also had a noticeable horn on her head.

The tree of them screamed at the site of me causing me to reel back out of the door. I could hear them crying and begging not to be hurt. My heart sunk and I felt a pain in my chest knowing that I caused three young fillies to cry like that. I heard yelling coming from the house next to the barn as I saw a orange quine with a Stetson hat and a large red equine running towards the tree, their eyes where locked on me with anger and slight bit of fear.

The fillies where still crying so I decided to close the door quickly. I dropped from the tree with a thud and ran. I could hear their hooves behind me. Iran back through the town toward the forest I was almost their until I felt a rope snag on to ne of my legs. I tripped and hit the ground. I looked back to see the orange equine holding the rope in her mouth dragging me towards her.

I tried to get the rope off but it was bound on tight. I looked back up at the orange equine and thought of a plan for a moment until I got it. I noticed the large red equine was gone so this would make what I was about to do easy. I got to my feet and rushed towards the orange equine. Her eyes when wide as I tackled her in to the ground. I sat over her punching again and again in to her face.

Blood spurted out of her nose and mouth as I continued to throw punch after punch in to the mares face. I heard a crack and watched as the muzzle crumpled under that last punch. I could tell it was broken. She gurgled and coughed on her own blood. I quickly took the rope of my foot at last and stood back up.

I looked down on the bleeding mare in anger and frustration. Why did they have to label me like this, why did they have to chase me. “APPLEJACK!” I heard a feminine voice call. I looked up to see five more mares and the large red equine. I quickly turned and sprinted in to the forest. I looked back to the mares only to see them looking at their presumable friend in horror.

I continued to run through the forest. Only to stumble upon a fairly large cave. Not to big, not to small. I entered it and sat down against the wall and looked at my bloody hand. I finally began to process what just happened. I was chased my small equines. They were definitely not horses, so ponies would be a better description. I continued to sit there until I drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note

Hope this chapter sets the tone of this story.