Don't Starve!

A harsh, cold wind blew across the field in which Wendy lived. The tall grass served Wendy no shelter from the vicious winds, so every night, Wendy cowered for what little heat there was in this desolate place. The only source of heat for miles, was her tiny little camp, and the fire was usually not started by her.

"Here, Abigail..." Wendy took a sharp flint, and sliced open her own hand.

Blood welled at the wound, and Wendy cringed. The ghost of her sister descended from the sky, and landed in front of Wendy.  It's pale eyes opened and focused on the blood. a long, spindly little arm reached out from the ghost, and touched the wound. The blood was sucked up, and the cut was instantly healed. Hovering a little higher, the ghost made a large fire pit appear below her.

"Thank you very much, sister." Wendy smiled as she watched her sister leave.

Wendy sat around the newly made campfire, and tossed what little food she had onto it. Gently, she looked over to the flint.

Grasping it once more, Wendy slit her hand once more, and Abigail came.

"A-Abigail." Wendy gulped, unsure of how her sister may react, "Can you stay with me a little longer?"

The ghost's eyes were round with shock as she seemed to have not been expecting this question.

"Is that a no?" Wendy asked, tilting her head slightly.

Abigail shook her head viciously. She lifted her hand, and the cut on Wendy's hand evaporated, but Abigail did not take the blood. Wendy looked up, very confused, and saw Abigail float over to her, and sit by her side.

"But- you took no blood. I thought you needed an offering." Wendy said to her sister

Abigail giggled, "I do not need an offering, to be your sister. I thought you knew that."

A dreary smile drew across the ghosts face and they both giggled.

"Oh no!" Wendy cried, and she grabbed the burned up food, "Dang it.... Now I have no food..."

Silence filled the air. No more giggles or anything. The only sound heard was the ice cold winds whisking across the plains. The sky started to brighten, and Wendy's sister soon faded away with the night.

Wendy sighed, and stood up. She cupped her hand over her eyes to see if there was anything nearby. Nothing. Not even the tiny blade of grass could be seen, let alone trees. The only thing that could be seen for miles in every direction, was stamped-down straw.

Hopelessly, Wendy fell onto her knees, and glanced to where his sister was. A small cup was placed there, filled with a purple, stinky liquid. It reminded her of mushy monster meat. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of the vile stuff. Thinking of food began to make Wendy hungry. She reached down, and grabbed the cup.

Gently, Wendy drank it down, sip by sip. Once she was done, her stomach was strangely full. Gently from the sky, her sister descended once more. Gently, Abigail landed in front of her. Without speaking, Abigail leapt into her. Information flooded over Wendy, and she fell to her side, feeling her mind burn. Soon, the pain stopped, and Wendy stood up- or as close to standing up as she could.

"Gorgeous..." murmured Abigail from inside Wendy's head, "Oh- almost forgot...."

In front of Wendy's eyes, a little stem grew, and a large white rose flourished.

"Put it in your ear, it will make you look simply divine." Abigail said gently.

Leaning forward, Wendy lifted up her hand, only to find it transformed into a hoof. Fear rising, Wendy was beginning to give in to panic.

"Calm down.... You must stay in this form to be able to deal with all of the information in my mind, because otherwise, your mind will burn." Abigail explained.

Glancing onto her back, Wendy saw two wings folded there, each feather the same pure white. Her mane was soft and fragile, and seemed to be a lovely creamy yellow. Gently smiling and doing as her sister said, Wendy sliced the stem of the rose with her hoof, and placed it on her ear.

"Divine..." Abigail muttered, "Oh dear."

"Is something wrong?!" Wendy spoke in alarm.

"No, no. But I seem to be feeling envious!" Abigail chuckled, but suddenly her laughter was cut off,  "something's wrong..."

"What?" Wendy murmured in fear as she continuously turned round in every direction.

"Stop for a moment..." Abigail hushed, "To the North- not that way, the other way."

Went turned unroll Abigail had deemed it North. There was a sudden flash of light, and a large mirror like portal opened, and began sucking Wendy in.

"Abigail , what do I do?!" Wendy shouted in alarm.

"There is nothing you can do..." the voice in Wendy`s head seemed to be fading away.

"Abigail? Abigail! No! Don't go!" fear and worry broke into Wendy's voice as invisible hands tugged her into the portal.

The portal was large and seemed to be made of a tornado of spinning colour. Wendy fell onto a light grey pony with a deep grey mane, and a crimson unicorn with a fire-red mane.

"Sorry..." Wendy muttered, trying to get away.

Soon, they hit the portal wall, and entered entered through through into the next world. The room they were in seemed to be a hollow tree used as a library.

"Ok... that hurt..." murmured the grey pony, rubbing his shoulder with his hoof.

"Eeyup..." Wendy agreed.

"Dipsticks..." growled the crimson unicorn, still on her belly.

Looking away from the rude unicorn, Wendy then discovered six multi-coloured ponies starring right at them.

Uh oh...