The Trotting Dead

In the cold dead night

Chapter 3: Meet the saint

I was bit I’m bleeding out, my visions fading and I can’t feel my haunches. I’m going to die aren’t I? I said telekinetically to the soothing yellow pony adjacent to me. I could feel the beautiful soothing voices in my head “No no, you’re going to be fine” she was covered in blood, but what I hadn’t noticed that it was mine, I was scared and sad for my family I couldn’t continue they’re story. A warm sensation filled me I laid back, letting the warm liquid pour from my side. I closed my eyes I could see my sister, and my house. Is this what it was like to feel at peace? Is this how life ends? But I had so much to do why does this have to happen to me, I tried so hard. Although I felt at peace, I also felt that someone needed me. I mustered my strength and walked on, through the all familiar steel locking doors the dead were seeping through like magical serum into a wound. I walked out getting bit here and there, but I couldn’t feel it I pushed the door shut from the opposite side, laid down closed my eyes for a little bit just for one quick nap.

Another day just like any other, my sister was trying to tidy up my hair like usual and I was putting on my outfit for the day college can’t live itself, can it? Me and my friend Carrot snip, always walked together he always said hi today was no different “hello saint” he said. The college wasn’t very far well at least it was right outside of Ponyville it wasn’t built to long ago. Twilight wanted to bring higher education to Ponyville. It was kind of cool to be in the ranks of the savior’s or equestria. Or at least a few of them, my sister zoomed by, she was a griffon she was adopted. She was cocky and annoying but she was energetic and fun and incredibly smart. When we reached the institute of Ponyville, we stepped in and were on our way to class I was a speech major I wanted to work in the equestrian government and help peace travel from here all the way to Saddle Arabia, I loved ponies and I have always had quite the way with words.

Mr. Whisper like usual, was sat at his haunches with a book hovered in front of his face, he was the infamous poetic speech teacher. He was a whiz at English and could bring any pony to his hooves, with words. He even mouthed off to the head of the school, Twilight sparkle I kid you not. He wanted better learning habits for his students and twilight thought that he was too hard on us. With a cunning grin on his face and a piercing gaze he left the room. When he returned he assured us we were having an extended day, in which he pulled up his book. Snickered then threw it across the room got up and motioned us out the door there he brought us through Ponyville. Learning how to speak and formally introduce ourselves, and how to successfully haggle.

But today was different the night before, while we were in our dorms ways away from Ponyville. A few of us heard, to say the least unsettling sound. They weren’t uttered by the pony folk and it was holiday weekend most ponies were off with their families I was still here, mainly because my only family is here my sister is all I have left. So I and a few professors stayed over. The other professors left today it was only me carrot snip and Dusk whisper. My sister was of doing something I suspected errands she acted like my mother; she would buy groceries and clothes. She tried her best to protect me even when I can take care of myself. I’m not a foal anymore, and I don’t want to like anything that I’m not but I’m not that anymore. We sat at the table in the study hall shooting philosophical questions around the room, we answer quite a few until a familiar face trudged through the door.

It was my sister, she was brutally injured it seemed like she had ripped off her own flesh, she was bleeding out at an enormous rate. I wasn’t a doctor I wasn’t even trained in anything of medical field I was scared. She was scared dusk jumped up and moved over. Grabbed a rag used to wipe chalk of the board. He doused it in magical liquid he just made out of nowhere. He pressed it to her wound the wound tried to close up. It was plain to see, her wound turned a disgusting green color it was rotting at a rapid rate. Carrot snip sat in the corner in fear, the professor was trying his best he was keeping pressure and healing her wounds, he was fatiguing I could tell. I put my horn to his to try and amplify his magic as soon as my horn touched his. He went to say something but I was consumed the magic burnt me out I flew across the room. I wasn’t damaged in any way I felt like crap but I was intact carrot snip strolled over and sat over me. To protect me I assumed, but he had a sullen stare. “No, NO, No” I heard a common voice spouting not too far away. “Please don’t die on me, please” his yell dies down to a whimper I moved my head to see.

I saw a desperate pony trying to resuscitate, a long dead griffon so well known for her strong sense of direction. And her wacky attitude, artisan draft was no more. I heard a cough and a choke, that wasn’t dusk. Artisan was moving; she sat up and clawed strongly, towards dusk. “Wha, What are you doing” he muttered until a claw dipped into his side ripping tendons and muscles he hollered in pain. “Hit her Mr. Whisper” I heard the desperate words leave Carrot snip’s mouth “Get him out of here” he replied carrot picked me up onto his back he was stronger than I’ve realized, we were moving past Mr. Whisper and into the hall. The sounds of screams of terror from the room we left I heard glass break, silence followed soon after. He was gone Mr. Whisper was gone. I closed my eyes for a little bit just for one quick nap. When I awoke I was alone in a broom closet, the janitors work station the door was barred there seemed to be no escape.