Chapter 1 View OnlineUnquenchableChapter 1 Chapter 1 The cold chill of a winters mourning began subsiding, as the pitch black sky was being filled slowly with the lightest of yellows. The sun was now steadily breaking free from the horizon, the light now penetrating the thick black ink which made up the night time sky, the stars twinkling and shimmering with elegant beauty, providing light in the everlasting dark. Granting the sky a source of hope against the enveloping darkness. Their lights like fireworks on bonfire night, suspended in the air, their beauty, forever alight. The sun begins its light descent over the darkness. Blazing sun rays reaching into even the deepest and darkest of cracks and crevices, the star light, once bright and enchanting, now fading with each passing moment. Because of the more dominant, supreme, bigger light source. The sun. The darkness weakening with each moment, retreats over the horizon, as if playing defensive, two forces forever at war, in an endless cycle between night and day. The sky their battle ground for the on-going war. The darkness now vanquished, but still lurking, living to fight another day. But the sky is now the suns territory, no longer held captive by the dark, but now free, against the tyrannous darkness. The darks cold grasp broken from the sky, unshackled and freed by the morning light. The light now is what fills these battle worn skies. The light though is fair and gentle, and not as harsh and bright as the afternoon sun. The sky now the lightest and palest of blues, signifying the end of night, and now the rise of mourning. Light now covers the far stretches of these lands, what was once now dark, now alight. And the sleepy town of Pony Ville now lies in the suns wake, being showered with the suns bedazzling radiance, causing the surroundings to almost glimmer and shine with the same majesty as a diamond. As we speak, the sleepy inhabitants of pony Ville begin to stir from their age long slumber, with just a handful already awake and primed to begin their day. The stalls and businesses begin opening, shops yearning to be filled, with eager and anxious customers. Owners eagerly anticipating the mourning buzz, waiting for the town to become fully alive. The owners now feverishly begin preparing for the early morning rush and lively activity that is soon to envelop this friendly town. With the sun in the sky, and not a single cloud in sight, it seems that it’s absolutely certain, that everything’s going to be alright. A lone cottage stood alone next to the forest, on the outskirts of Pony Ville. The light was slower reaching this area, with the light being unable to penetrate through the thick forest, giving the place a look of eternal darkness, darkness seeping through the entrance. But light was still able to reach the naturist cottage. The cottage itself looked like it belonged in the neighbouring area, blending in with nature. Its main most noticeable features, being that it almost was almost totally covered in thick vegetation, with bushes of leaves covering its roof and more, making it look almost like a wide stunted tree. Many a bird houses were around the house, some big, some small, but a welcoming home for any bird none the less. A small, gentle river flowed close to the front of the house, a pathway leading from the home over it, a small bridge crossing from one side to the other, continuing the path. Light began seeping through the bedroom window. The curtains weren’t drawn, so a thick layer of light shone brightly down onto Fluttershy’s face. The light pierced through her eye lids and shone a gentle light into her dreams. The sudden light agitated Fluttershy’s eyes, and she began to stir. Her eyes opened, to then be immediately blinded by the sudden intensity of light. Her hoof instinctively rose up to shield her eyes, while the other frantically pulled the quilt over her head to block out the unwanted light, giving her eyes some time to recover from the sudden exposure from light. After a few moments Fluttershy relented from hiding from the light, knowing she was going to get up eventually any way, and pulled away the covers that were protecting her from mourning. She opened her eyes and slowly got out of bed, still feeling groggy from sleep. She was on all fours now, swaying a little, her eyes uneven, still adjusting to light. Her luscious pink mane was frazzled and untamed, and covered her eyes, obscuring her vision and making it that much harder to see. She swept the hair to one side of her face, now being only able to see with only one eye, and somewhat unsteadily walked towards the window. She opened the window and was instantly greeted with sweet smell of spring, the scent of flowers in the air. Her eyes looked around, surveying the environment. What lay before her was the beautiful sight of her homeland. Landscapes stretching into the far distance far and wide, filled with lushes green grass and petite colourful flowers. And in the far distance she thought she could almost make out Applejacks farm, and the vast amounts of apple orchids around it. She could hear the peaceful sound of running water from the river winding itself near her house, the gentle breeze that ruffled the leaves of nearby trees. And if she looked even further into the distance she could see Ponyville, only being able to see the outline and blear of some of the houses and shops in the far distance. Then the was the Evertree forest. The place always gave her the chills when she looked at it. What kind of terrifying creatures lived in there, and the thought of going into it never failed to send a shiver down her spine. And the dark. The place was and always will be dark. It oozed darkness. She shuddered and looked away. The place terrified her. But she had, under extreme circumstances gone into the foreboding forest. Mostly because she was forced too. But under rare occasions, her bravery had shone through, and had been more concerned for those who were in danger instead of her own fears, and had gone into the forest to help them. She began trotting away from the window, contemplating fixing her dishevelled appearance. Her mane in dire need of brushing. But then a sudden realisation stopped her in her tracks. Silence. Her cottage was never silent. Her ears perked up and desperately searched for noise, anything to ease her growing fears. Nothing. No chirping from the birds outside. No rustling, squeaking or scratching from the mice. No noise from any other of her animals. None. Silence. Fluttershy could feel herself panicking. Fear began gnawing at her very being. She went to the window and stuck her head out, looking for any sign of life. Nothing. She began frantically galloping around the house. Searching every nook and cranny. Nothing. She began trembling, her breathing becoming short and laboured. She could feel herself having a panic attack. All her animals, gone. She was on the edge of a mental breakdown; she could feel herself losing control of her mind and body. She collapsed. Too weak to move. The word gone never left her mind. She began to draw her hoofs close to her chest, and scrunched herself into a ball. Motionless. Silence... Then she heard the chainsaw. Author's Note First fic! So im sorry you hate it.
Chapter 2!!!!!!View OnlineUnquenchableChapter 2!!!!!!‘VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!’ Fluttershy shot up instantly into the sealing with a loud squeak and almost went through the roof. She looked around, startled. Extremely startled. The sound was unbearable and continued to shred through Fluttershy’s mind with each painful moment. She pressed her fore hoofs as hard as she could to her ears, but continued grimacing, the noise was constant. She stumbled toward the door and slung it open, her eyes squinting under the immenseness of the sounds that now threatened to make her ear drums burst. Then she saw them. And for a moment, she forgot the noise. A flock of birds were flying above the Evertree forest, flying away. But not in neat formations, but in more a wild free for all fly, trying to get away. From something. And the noise itself was also very good at depicting were the ruckus was coming from, with the trees vibrating and what not. She knew then that the animals hadn’t simply disappeared, but were running away, trying to escape. She had to stop them, help them, and above bring them back. Somehow. She forgot her fears and galloped head first into the Evertree forest, eyes closed and tears streaming behind her, her determination unbreakable. She realised it was a mistake as soon as she went in, and immediately hid into the nearest bush. The complete devastation from the workers was in clear view, and all she could do was watch as they began hacking at the trees. Some with chainsaws, searing through the trees at the speed of light, the magical aura surrounding the tools linked with numerous horns, all glowed blood red. The painful ‘VROOOM!’ continued bellowing from the implements of death. The creaking and tumbling sound of trees echoing soon after and the large ‘thud’ and ‘smash’ as the poor trees were viciously and maliciously taken down with brutality, to then fall over and smash to many other innocent trees. The sounds sounded like a chorus of death playing on loudspeaker, the ‘squawking’ and sounds of frantic movement as the background noise, the animals running away from their diminishing habitat. Many animals dying along the way. Being trampled by larger animals, or squashed by the huge mass of trees falling on them. They were running deeper into the forest, trying to desperately escape the clutches of pony kind, many losing their lives along the way. It had been a mistake coming here. All she could do was watch. As the forest resting near her home was being taken away, wood to be sold. The situation reeked of greed. The workers continued their savage onslaught. Not caring about the environment or the animals they were killing. ‘I say we continue for an hour and call it a day boys’, one of the workers shouted, he seemed to be supervising the operation. ‘You dun good lads!’ It was hard to tell from the distance, but she could swear he had a wide grin on his face, and soon, a whole lotta bits. The work resumed after his talk, many workers working with extra vigour, as the boss was happy with them, so that meant they were doing what they were paid to do. And a sack full a bits was a nice incentive too. Fluttershy felt like screaming at the top of her voice, but when she tried to, no sound came out. She was too speechless. She wanted to go right up to them and… nothing. Do nothing. She knew it was no use. The damage had been done. She couldn’t stop them. They were just doing their job; even if it hurt her to see them do it. She didn’t hate them, she couldn’t hate anybody. She believed in kindness and forgiveness. But it was just the feeling of being powerless… it overwhelmed her. She felt like she was at sea, the waves constantly bombarding her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She stayed hidden, crouched and hidden among somebushes, on the borderline of this crime scene. He was right. An hour had passed and all work stopped. The stallions had begun walking out of the clearing and began loading their tools onto carriages that awaited their return. Excited talk had ignited around the workers. Many excited about the amount of bits coming their way. Some patting each other on their backs. A good day’s work done. Fluttershy pondered running up to them. But what would she do would be the next question. Nothing. She couldn’t do anything. They’d just dismiss her. See her as a distraction from their awaiting bits. Nothing more than a crazy animal loving pony, who barely ranked higher to trees in charts of life. She was nothing. So she did nothing. She buried her head into the grass, her hoofs once again pressed tightly on her ears, starting to become an occurring trend. And began sobbing quietly into the grass, wishing for it to go away, for things to rise above their current situation and become ok again. When in reality they wouldn’t. She knew it. Her eyes were bloodshot and all drained out of liquid innocence, her hair around the eyes had now been mattered and dried wet with the tears of innocence. Grass had stuck to her face via the coating of the pure sacred victimised tears that had wetted her face. She began to lift her head, and relinquished her hold on her ears, and began slowly to open her tear streamed eyes. The workers were no longer here. All what was left was their hoof marks littering the floor here and there, and oh the COMPLETE DESELATION, OBLITERATION and MASS DESTRUCTION that was now the Evertree forest, so nothing hugely noticeable really. She continued staring bleakly all around her at “The Place”, which Fluttershy couldn’t think of anything else to call it. Due to the fact that any distinguishable features that now represented the once over grown, over ridden, over terrifying forest was gone. Even the darkness. The thing which made her most afraid was gone. It was now was just a hollow version of its former state self, sad and depressing. The place was baron. A huge space sprung up from nowhere. Everything flattened down like a stampede of buffalo had just passed through. It was no resemblance at all to its former glory. That was what shocked Fluttershy first. The fact something so familiar, so recognisable, could change so radically, without warning, gone. Just like that. Then the full reality came crushing down on her like an axe as the situation became ever so clear. The animals were gone no doubt about it, she was emotionally split into two. One part alone the other overwhelmingly grievous. The sudden sensation of loneliness began burning in her chest, eagerly spreading to encase her mind into loneliness, self-loathing and extreme depression. She cried out at first quietly, and then began rising her voice in pitch and sound, until she was crying out with no restraint, shouting crying, and the emotions inside her burned and writhed inside her like a living entity. Trying to burst out, slowly taking over mind and soul, and all she could do was cry out in pain, the emotions within were beyond unbearable. Her body began weakening becoming limp, she began swaying, and misplacing her hoofs around her. Her vision was becoming increasingly blurry and dark, her feelings began to numb, and so did her body. Until her feelings finally released their grip, her mind once again at peace. She passed out, unconscious. No longer internally at agony within. Silence. The surrounding area was silent within nothing else living in the area. Except for a limp body on the ground undisturbed by nature. Or what was left of it. Alone. Author's Note Hay guys sorry i took awhile to update, seems like the only time i can write is at midnight:/ but who needs sleep anyway! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "DEAD"
NOT...View OnlineUnquenchableNOT...Rustle… Rustle, rustle… Rustle. Fluttershy couldn’t bear it any longer… and opened her eyes. She was incredibly hazy, barely conscious. Every part of her hurt. Every part. But still. She had to… find the source… of the noise. She could barely think either. Her thoughts and feelings were a blur of confusion, pain and misery, mixed together into a bitter cocktail that left a terrible after taste in her mouth. Barely able to concentrate a few seconds without zoning out and back, to then have the constant nagging pain in her head. Everything was just … so… woozy. She felt weird. Every sense of the words. Her body wasn’t controllable, or feeling anything. Movements were sluggish and awkward, as if the movements themselves were an illusion and not really there. Walking seemed so out of focus. Everything … hurt. But still. She had one goal now. The noise. It sounded familiar. Like something friendly or welcoming to her… for some reason. Everything around her was a literal bur, out of focus; with the only area with detail was the route she was taking to the mysterious noise. Which itself could be barely said as more detailed, as everything looked the same anyway, just a different colour scheme. Everything counted on this… noise… for some reason… it was unexplainable. Just… instinct. Something she was compelled to do. HAD to do. It felt like and other worldly force had her movements wrapped around his or her hoof, her moves his or her doing, with Fluttershy barely conscious throughout this whole disorientating scenario. Rustle… rustle… and rustle. She felt… like she was close, thou she had no way of knowing; again some other worldly instinct seemed to be behind this. Her body was in a steady motion, one step at a time. She would get to it. The sound itself resonated from the under growth near some bushes and trees, thou no other detail on the area was see able. Just a mixture of browns and greens. Shapes with no real definition or certainty, edges blurred or irregular. Not really mass… just something… there… the same image copied and pasted but in different ways and places… The noise was directly in front. The rustling, shaking the bush, clearly showing the source of the noise. Fluttershy placed her hoofs on the bush, and pushed it to one side and held it in place. The sight was familiar… the thing in question was… white… very white. It was…. furry. It had a nose. Black beady little eyes, two long floppy ears, and a fluffy tail. It was… a bunny… Angel bunny…? Fluttershy recognised this and smiled… how she could not recognise him… this cute little adorable bunny. Her pet. Always there for her when she needed it. And she was always there for him when he needed it. Be it an exquisite fine salad or more attention to his finely brushed tail. She was always there. A soft spot in her heart, reserved all for him. Not that she would have it any other way. He was her animal. Her pet. Hers. All hers. Forever… together. Of all animals to forget… The thought of forgetting… her-her-her beloved pet… sickened her mind and body with ever increasing and intensifying pain. Her head throbbing with the fresh guilt of bad ownership which sickened her mind like a never ending fever. The pain was unbearable. And it only got worse from here on in. Memories, or glimpses and fragments of haunting images anyways began trickling into her mind. Her waking up. Being. Alone. Very alone. Then the sight, the… the killing. The horror… the horror. Soon enough the memories were coming in now on full blow. Like water falling into her mind in quick succession, one after the other. Each memory coming in and passing but all leaving the same mark. Sadness, and the over whelming fear of nothingness. Her began mind writhing in pain, in agonising torment way beyond anyones limits. She felt as if she could begin crying, but then she heard furious stamping and snapped out of it. Angel or what looked like Angel, was stamping his back paw furiously at the distorted ground to get her attention. His quick movements were blurry, the outline of his body… was blurry. He was hard to concentrate on he was just so… out of focus. But look at him she tried, and Angel bunny seemed to recognise this. Then without hesitation, nor regret or a hint of sorrow. Began jumping away into the bushes. Away… away from Fluttershy. Leaving behind only an audible trail of rustling in his wake… then… nothing…
real...View OnlineUnquenchablereal...Confusion… She just… couldn’t… understand…what had just transpired? Now she was alone, quite alone … again. This recurring theme was getting old, even for Fluttershy. Being alone… was something now one should have to bear. Why had he gone? Why would he lead her to him, give him hope… something to live for … then… go away. Crunching and dashing down on any sad little bit of hope that remained in her fragile, weak and pitiful little body. No. She couldn’t let him go. Something was wrong here… very wrong. No. If anything is truly and honestly loved, no matter the cost, be it your life or worst. You should fight for what holds so dear to you, even if the one you love has seemingly abandoned you. Forgive and forget. Never, ever give up. Ever. And for once in Fluttershy’s seemingly uneventful life. She acted. Her instant reaction being diving straight into the heart of the overgrown, almost transparent undergrowth. Not thinking, but doing. Just keep moving. Her constant goal now directly in front of her. She had to find him. Otherwise… she had … nothing left. This new sense of thought fuelled her determination deep within the confines of her broken heart. Find him. Then she heard it. The noise… Hope began flourishing and rising from within her. Rustle, rustle. Rustle… it was distant but she knew what she heard and it was real. Or as real as anything else in this Celestia forbidden place. It had to be. It was Angel bunny. Perhaps he hadn’t left in spite of her. Maybe he was making her gallop after him without end for her own good. It now looked as if he was leading her here for some reason. But his motives… were unclear. Why was he leading her here? What would she find? Happiness perhaps. She sure hoped so, as if Angel bunny was anything, he was a sign of hope, happiness and everything pure in this world. And above all good… Most of the time… Rustle. Rustle… annnnnnd rustle. HHHHHUUURRR! She was so close she could feel it! She hadn’t come this far… to stop now. She would find him. One way or another. Do or die. She began bursting into a sprint, well more of a panicked run into one direction. Hopefully leading to hope and luck… Hopefully. GURRRR. It was louder. The noise just kept intensifying! It only made her more determined, more crazed to get to it. She didn’t stop the mad run, not even the fact her body was out of focus and other worldly could slow her down. Just keep running. It was unbearably loud. She was so close. Almost there. C’mon. The noise was directly in front teasing her, she took the bait and with the little might and stamina she had left she dived right into the rustling. It stopped... She thought perhaps she had crushed Angel in her dash for him. She felt nothing underneath her, couldn’t even feel the ground, nothingness. She scurried her hoofs, around and lifted herself up from the spot. Only to see the unexpected. It was all a blur at first, but as she focused harder, things became just that little bit clearer. What could be seen before her were… things, like Angel, in a strange unworldly way. They were like ghostly apparitions. They seemed to shift focus constantly. Like mist in one spot. No definite sturdy shape or wholesomeness. Just images shifting. But one thing she was sure about… they were, definitely… what she wanted to see. They were animals. All gathered in on location around her in one mystical place. Life was in front of her… but life… had never seemed so lifeless. The animals, if they could be distinguished as that, moved around with awkward blurred slowness. Making no noise while doing so. It was a hell of a creepy spectacle. But they were here, none the less. It was like a dream… come true. The animals… they were still here… they hadn’t left. But for some reason… everything still seemed… wrong… somehow… they were… ghostly… as if… not really … there. But they were there. She should be happy... but she was unnoticed. Everything just moved around her, they didn’t even notice she was there. But she was. She tried moving to them but they were just… not there. They were within reach but … not there. It didn’t make any sense. Was this some kinda sick joke?! She desperately swung her hoofs through the animals like mist. It just went through, making the images break up. She jumped and screamed at them. They just ignored her. Kept moving around her. Getting further and further away with each desperate attempt to touch or communicate with them. Crying out in pure pain and mind blowing frustration, she… gave up. The lifeless… just carried on living around her. Author's Note iv stopped writtin pretty much, not really sure if im continuin:/
