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// Story: Hoof Steps in the Dark 
// by Fuzzyfurvert 
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Maybe it was a natural cave, carved by water and time through the bedrock.  Maybe it was a tatzul worm burrow.  Maybe it was a diamond dog tunnel.  It might be something worth investigation at some point, but right now, Twilight let the curiosities of the cave bounce off her mind and back into the netherspace with ideas came from and focused on crawling.  The ceiling was uneven and low, forcing her to her belly.  The surface was rough and the occasional hair-like root hung down to brush her scalp.

Or maybe it was spider webs?

She couldn’t tell in the dark.

She couldn’t see her own hooves in front of her face.

Maybe it was a tomb.

Maybe it was her tomb.

Twilight let that thought bounce off too.  She had to stay positive.  She had to remain hopeful.  Hopeful that there was an exit back to the surface.  Hopeful that she’d escape whatever was chasing her.  Hopeful that she’d see the dawn and the Princesses and her friends again.  So she kept moving.  Kept putting one hoof forward and dragging herself along.  Kept hoping those were just roots touching her in the dark.


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