Branches cracked and snapped underneath him, as air rushed around his sides. He didn't have time to scream as when he opened his mouth a particularly strong branch snagged his body, expelling all the breath out of his lungs.
He didn't how long he spent falling - tumbling through the thick forest canopy - before he struck dirt. Even then, he continued to descend in altitude, rolling down a slope. Rocks, tree roots, and bits of all sorts of vegetation embedded themselves into him, treating him to a severe beating.
As one last cruel curb-stomp from the force of gravity, he was thrown arm-first at a protruding boulder, stopping his descent. The ground had flattened somewhat, and the dirt underneath felt noticeably more packed.
The human drooled blood from his mouth. He tried spitting it out, but found that he didn't have the air for it. So, he tried to inhale which only caused him to choke and cough out the mixture of blood, saliva, and bile that had been forced out of his stomach during the fall.
He lay there, staring at the tall, cylindrical boulder. It looked deliberately placed, and it even had... Were those markings? Yes, they were: words, etched into the stone. That was interesting.
And then the pain came, and he blacked out.
"Oh dear Night Mother, what is that thing?"
"Ew, no! Stay away from it!"
"Guys, it's alive!"
"What? How can you tell?"
"There's so much blood..."
"Help me here!"
"What-"
"Fly, go back to town and get a cart!"
"Huh?"
"Now!"
"O-okay!"
"Star, get over here!"
Voices. Loud. Pain in ears. Pain everywhere.
The human groaned. He tried opening his eyes but the brightness hurt them, so he stopped. The fewer things that hurt, the better.
"It's making noises!"
"Yes, I can hear that!"
"What is it?"
"I don't know, I've never seen anything like it before."
He heard the clopping of hooves when the speakers approached him. That was strange.
"Are those... clothes?
"It has paws."
"It doesn't have any fur!"
"It's got hair, though."
Something was rolling towards him, something wooden.
"Ha... Haaaa... Wha... Why did I h-have to bring the cart?"
"Come on Star, help me get it on. Just guide it."
A tingling sensation encompassed his body, it was strange, but kind of nice. It was like pins and needles, except the pins were larger and more ticklish than painful. That, and you didn't have to worry about the unpleasant feeling that came afterwards.
The ground disappeared.
"Aaaaaaah!". The human screamed in shock and confusion, frantically looking around and seeing not much more than a green blur in his surroundings.
"Yaaah!"
"Eeeeeeeeeh!"
"Aaaah! Wait, no!"
The human fell once again and discovered that the ground had not, in fact, disappeared because his face had just been planted right into it.
"Mmmmmff..." he moaned into the dirt path.
"You dropped it!"
"It scared me! It scared you, too!"
"Well, pick it back up!"
"That's what I'm doing!"
"Guys, it's getting up!"
Indeed, the human tried to lift himself off the ground. He ran into a problem when he realised that any modicum of pressure he placed on his left arm brought with it a wave of agony. He couldn't even feel his right arm.
He managed to lift himself less than an inch before he crumpled back down, pain coursing through his bruised ribs.
"help... me..."
"It talks!"
"H-Hey, are you okay?"
"Does it look like it's okay, Cass?
"I wasn't talking to you!"
"h-hurts..."
"Um, hey, we're gonna get you out of here! Don't worry! I'm going to lift you up again and put you onto the cart, okay?"
The human hummed in approval. The tingling came back again, and with it came the floating into the air. This time, though, he didn't resist. He felt himself being turned over so that he was facing the sky and gently lowered onto a wooden platform.
"Fly, get moving! Let's get to town, quickly!"
"B-But what if it's dangerous?"
"I'll be dangerous in a second if you don't move your flank!"
"Eep!" Someone squeaked in fear.
"Hey, can you hear me okay?"
The cart started rumbling along, and the human nodded in response.
"Okay, that's good... I think."
He opened his eyes to look up at the bright blue sky, as well as two... things... animals? They somewhat resembled horses... barely. They were both looking back at him. One of them, grey with a flowing black mane, had a spiralled protrusion on its forehead, and the other had sharp fangs and a scruffy brown mane. It was grey too but with slit pink eyes and looked like it was... frowning?
"Huh, it looks weird. It's got small eyes."
It just talked. The horse-thing talked. The other one looked annoyed. It opened its mouth and... talked back.
"Yeah, and you've got a big mole on your left cheek."
"Hey!" The fanged horse yelled. The human did notice how it had slightly turned it's head so that the only the right side was clearly visible.
"Guys, we're back. What do we do now?", something said from out of view.
"Uhhh, go to my house! My mom will know what this creature is. Maybe she can heal it!" the unicorn whispered to the other speaker. The way it spoke sounded male.
"Are you sure? They'll find out we were sneaking around town at midday!" the fanged creature hissed. It had an audibly more female speech pattern, though its voice had an almost similar pitch to the unicorn.
"It doesn't matter, Star! Look at it, it needs help!" The unicorn hissed back. He turned back towards the out-of-sight creature, presumably another of these strange horse things. "Lets go, Fly!"
The cart began moving again. Rocking the human abruptly from side to side. He wondered what was happening to him. He didn't know what these creatures above him were. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know why the creatures sounded so scared, or why they picked him up and were trying to help him. It turned out that he didn't know a lot of things. In fact, through his wondering, he realised that there was something very important that he should know but apparently didn't:
He didn't know his name.