One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 13

The sun set over the empty fields as a hundred hungry ponies sat at the edge of a lake.

All things considered, Writ felt pretty chipper. Nopony had died moving through the labyrinth and they had found both water and food. Finding a replacement for the master’s ichor would be a challenge, though Writ recalled that he used to eat something else in its place.

Some sort of plant, perhaps?

At least they had found some manner of nourishment.

A dozen ponies were starting a bonfire near a sizeable pile of rabbit, fox, and chipmunk corpses.

Writ felt himself salivate.