//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: The Dream // Story: My Little Pony: The Blind Horror // by Colthulhu94 //------------------------------// Chapter 3 The Dream It was not long after we had all met each other that I was taken to see one of their physicians in Ponyville. They carried me on a makeshift sled constructed of branches and vines that somehow supported the weight of my body. As we came out of the Everfree forest, I became astonished at the sights that befell me. The colors were vibrant and beautiful and full of life. The sky was a blanket of light blue speckled with a cloud or two and birds chirped and relished in the sun’s warm glow. This was a blatant contradiction to where I had been only hours ago. Suddenly, in that moment, I was once again thankful to be alive. I was taken through the town and I attracted quite a following. As we made our way to the hospital, ponies of innumerable shades and hues gawked at the sight of me. It was obvious that they had never laid eyes on a human before. Just as the air was thick with curiosity and wonder, it wasn’t long before whispers began to grow amongst the community. It was somewhat uncomfortable and rude, but I was not in a position to make any objections. I desperately needed proper medical care, whatever that might be for the equestrian population. “We’ll be there shortly, Kain,” Twilight reassured me. The pain was beginning to take its toll; an agonizing, tormenting pain that indicated a possible infection. How ironic that in their attempt to save my life, my strange and well-intentioned acquaintances would be the key instruments in my inevitable demise. My bandages began to drip blood and leave an ominous trail behind my “pre-funeral” procession. Better to be buried with dignity, I suppose, than to be eaten alive and turned into god-shit. My arrival at the hospital drew even more attention and worry from the doctors when they beheld the alien speaking to you now. They were concerned about the fact that none of them had ever healed a human before, let alone lay eyes on one. “I’m not sure if we’ll be able to help him. The laceration has already shown signs of an infection and we’ve never-“ “-operated on a human before. I know there’s something you’ve got to do. At least help with the infection so that it might have a chance to heal,” Pinkie interrupted. “We could prescribe him something to stunt it, but we can’t promise it will work. His body composition is totally different from our own. We’ll do what we can but there are no guarantees. The best we can do for him now is stitch it up and try and kill the infection as quickly as possible,” the doctor replied. “Just do your best, please . . . ,” Fluttershy briefly commented, a desperate and worried look befalling her face. “We’ll have to start right away.” I was soon rushed away to be treated and put under some similar substance to anesthesia and remained asleep for several hours. Grotesque, haunting thoughts plagued my mind and acted out their depraved and blood-laced scenes with abysmal glee that only Hell’s supreme torturers would understand. By’hagn’gyl’s presence perverted my only sanctuary with crystal-clear visions of the apocalypse he would bring to the Pony world . . . Corpses . . . all of them . . . Nothing to be said or done. Mutilated, mangled, and devoured in the blink of an eye without a second thought or action. Fire consumed the village and the surrounding terrain with a fierce, burning lust that began to turn Equestria into a world of blackened glass; devoid of any and all life. The sky turned into dust and the ground shook with fury. I then found myself in an all-too-familiar landscape. Viscous ground, blood geysers, the stench . . . Then Him. Sy’lagh nc’umbl’yl . . . fyagek wn’agmlxol adect’l giuletu Bahg’nethlo’ux… (Soon, I will come . . . on Wings from beneath black Bahg’nethlo’ux . . .) I awoke to find myself alone and in a void of silent, devastating darkness and covered in a cold sweat. The room soon revealed itself to be accommodations in the recovery wing of the hospital; a single, large window cast the burning lamp of the night into view and winds of violent and wild origins made the wooden frame of my abode creak with an eerie laughter. I was desperate, despite my fragile state, to feel the cool and deathly embrace of the night’s breeze. Hobbling clumsily out of my bed, I approached the window reluctantly with the bare-wood floor joining the symphony of moaning and groaning that now ran rampant through the building. When I finally reached the window, I began to feel as if it were a mistake to open it; fearing some unknown specter of ancient and evil pits of blackness to manifest itself or slither with ghastly glee into my company. Heat and sweat finally made the decision for me and I undid the latch, pushed the bottom up, and soon began to suckle from the teat of mother night’s eternally infinite body. It was bliss and peace at last . . . but only for the moment. As I peered out over the land I heard the familiar roar, guttural and deep as though it had been conceived by only the blackest depths of the underworld. Malice and bloodlust filled the evening atmosphere and I soon realized I was no longer safe. The damned creature of unholy dimensions was not far off, and it would not be long before his hunger would lead to the slaughter of the countless innocents as I had foreseen. The earth-shattering calls faded away as the night progressed and I proceeded to lie back down to try and obtain as much rest as possible.