Chapter 1
Wind wiping past her ears, regaining consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes to see nothing but a white landscape stretched out in front of her. She trys to stand, and a sharp pain flashed from her wing. Falling back down only made the pain worsen. Squealing with pain, she tried to reposition her wing with her blue hoof.
She got it to a position that was the least painful and started scanning her surroundings for anything to keep her wing in place. Shivering, she realized her situation, she put the cold white snow into her hooves. Gazing into the vast white mountainous landscape, her mouth lay agape. "I'm alone", she whispered. She trys to stand once more, still feeling pain but, she musters enough strength to stand completely. Still having no brace to support her wing, she has no choice but to let her wing dangle limp from her body.
She turns around to find a slope in front of her. Looking up she can see the steep angle of the mountain with trees littering the area. Too steep to climb even for an athletic mare such as herself. She looks down to see her tattered sattle bag lying in the snow cutie mark still somewhat visible. She looks at it " I can tare the strap off and use it to brace my wing", she said. Sruggling to rip the strap of at first, she is successful and wraps the strap around her wing and attaches it to her body. She goes forward to examine her bag more thoroughly, she opens it to find a water bottle, wonderbolt goggles, and a first aid kit. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME," she yelled. Her voice echoed though the mountains.
She heard rumbling coming from above. She paused for a moment, the rumbling stopped. Noticing that avalanches are a possibility, she quietly goes for the first aid kit hidden away in the bag. She opens it to find a whole roll of medical bandage. Careful not to yell again she puts it back for an emergency, just in case. Having no strap on the sattle bag she is forced to carry it in her teeth. She knows she is going to have to teach herself how to survive to be back with her friends.
She lifts the bag with her mouth and thought to herself she has a long journey ahead of her. She slowly makes her way towards the vast pearly white landscape ahead of her.
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Trotting through the thick cold snow, she tried to remember how she even got there. Having a hard time to remember, she she is slowly making her way down the steep mountainside. Slipping a little with every step she makes, she thinks about how long she is going to service not knowing one thing about wilderness survival. The bag in her mouth is becoming heavy with her freezing saliva she looks for a good place to set the bag down.
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At the bottom she drops the bag covered in ice crystals where her mouth was and begins to look for a tree to crawl under for the night. As there were a lot of trees in this particular area she has a wide selection of shelters. There was one tree which limbs are lying on top of a rock, a perfect place to settle down for the night. She takes her bag and lays it in the pre-built shelter, amazed about how conveniently the shelter is placed. Now her next task apparent, finding food and water. She thinks for a second and she realize that she could melt the snow or eat it. Food is a little harder but being a herbivore she could just look for grass by pushing the snow out of the way with her hoof.
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Lying under the tree shivering she realizes what she forgot, how is she going to stay warm. It being too dark to see she has no choice but to sleep through it. Evey time she tries to drift off to sleep a violent shiver keeps her awake.
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Not getting much sleep at all, the blue pegasus sees slight amounts of sunlight peering over a mountain in the distance. The exhausted mare struggles to stand so that she can hurry and make it to civilization. Still feeling frozen in all of her body, she knows she can't just stay in this area for another night. She picks up her bag and slowly makes her way into the icey forest ahead of her
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Thinking about her friends and getting back home bings tears to her eyes. She can only remember that Applejack had some special cider, and Pinkie pie had odd looking candy, and she can remember something about going g to the Everfree forest.She can't peice the events together.
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The wind is picking up as she walks aimlessly through the forest. A shiver running down her spine as every gust of wind blows past. She trys to think about how she is going to stay worm tonight. She remembers back when she was a filly the myth about rubbing two sticks together will make a fire. "Fire is warm, maybe I could use that," she said looking at a pile of sticks covered in snow. Galloping over to the sticks fatigue overcame her and she fell to the ground in front of the pile of wood. Getting up she noticed a red liquid running down her snout. She disregarded the blood and event strait for the sticks, breaking them off logs and putting them aside so she could fill her bag full of fuel for her fire. Blood stained snow and sattle bag In her mouth full of sticks, she went to find a suitable shelter for the night. Staying vigilant She looks over at a downed tree over near a clearing in the woods. She cleared an area of snow out for her fire and resting space. Putting her blood stained bag down she pulls two sticks from it with teeth. She puts one in between her hooves and keeps one in her mouth she rubs the sticks together very quickly.
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What seemed like an hour passed still no luck. They seem to be getting hot but no ember no nothing. Its getting dark, no sign of warmth tonight. Her neck is getting sore and she isn't the type to give up, but she is so tired she tries again with two difrent sticks. Still no luck. She sighs and says to herself "Another sleepless night."