//------------------------------// // The Forever Free Forest // Story: In The Time Trap // by The Master Whoovian //------------------------------// =Date and Time Unknown= A pony was walking through a forest, with the look of desperation on her face (Yes, it was a mare). The scenery around her seemed to grow more and more familiar. It had become increasingly apparent that there was no escape. But then again, how could you escape from a place that you don’t remember going into? She looked around her. She was in the middle of a very thick area of the forest. Green, green, and more green everywhere. It was dark, as very little sunlight bled through the treetops above her. She tried to escape daily, but she always passed the same scenery, and then… After she passed though the area, she came into a clearing. The ground was damp and muddy, there were only a few small trees, and most of which had fallen over, and a small piece of stone lay in a dry area of the ground. The unnamed pony sat on the stone and buried her face in her hooves. She was so confused. She had no idea how she had gotten there, how long she had been there, why she couldn’t escape, why she always ended up back in this clearing, and she didn’t even have a clue who she was! She paused. No, she didn’t know who she was at all. This place scared her. No, it terrified her. Nothing attacked her, and nothing ever happened to her, because there was nothing. No sound, no movement, no other ponies or even animals, nothing. She had been here so long, and it scared her so much. She shook it off and tried to think of something else. There wasn’t really much to do here, so she picked at the ground mostly. Suddenly, she found something. A rock. Not really knowing why it interested her, she picked it up, while brushing the mud off of it. Then she realized there was writing on it! She looked at it, and saw what it said: HELP ME! I AM DARING DO! She looked confused. “I wonder who Daring Do is?” questioned the pony, who was dressed in safari garb. This pony had a golden yellow coat, a gray-scale rainbow mane, and a rose compass cutie mark. =Gaia, Equestria, Edge of Everfree Forest, 1003 C.E.= The T.A.R.D.I.S. began shaking and started to die down, making its landing near the edge of a dark forest. On the inside, the Doctor began to regain consciousness. He slowly sat up, examining his surroundings. He felt fine. K-9… fine. Romana… he stopped dead. Romana… was a pony. A light pink pony with a blonde mane, and some sort of hourglass mark with white sand in it on her… flank, he supposed. He realized that she was waking up. Boy, would she be surprised when she realized that- Romana’s eyes widened and she gasped, “Doctor! You’re a pony!” The Doctor eye’s widened and he sprang up in the direction or a nearby mirror. One look made him realize Romana was right. He was a pony. A brown pony with a long, curly brown mane. Examining his flank, he saw that his marking was identical to Romana’s, except his hourglass was full of yellow sand. He could hear Romana screaming as she examined her body as well, but he barely noticed in his shock. It took 20 minutes for them to calm down and start assessing their situation, at which point the Doctor walked over to Romana. “ Romana, do you have any clue as to what happened to us?” Romana simply shook her head. “No… but we could ask K-9!” she said The Doctor nodded and walked over to K-9. He thumped K-9, which made him raise his head,” Master?” K-9 asked. “Alright K-9, I need a few answers. What happened to us?” asked the Doctor. K-9’s ears rotated. “Scans suggest physical change is a result of the properties of this dimension.” K-9 reported. “This dimen-? Ah… the dimensional rift. So we haven’t regenerated.” The Doctor mused. “Negative, Master.” Said K-9. Well I guess we should find out where we are. Don’t you agree, Romana?” Romana was unsure, but she knew the Doctor well enough to know he would just go outside anyway, so she pulled the lever and the T.A.R.D.I.S. doors came open, allowing them to see the landscape outside. “What a nice planet,” the Doctor said happily, walking outside as he said it. Almost instantly, the Doctor fell to the ground and writhed in pain. Romana hurried out after him, quickly feeling the same effects. “Well, that’s not right or good,” the Doctor mused. “We haven’t regenerated, and the only time I felt like this it wasn’t post-regenerative side effects, but in 1979 Paris with all those time distortions…” The Doctor’s eyes widened and he began galloping in the direction of the dark and spooky forest not far away from them. Romana groaned and galloped after him, preparing herself for whatever dark things lived in that forest, and in this whole dimension in general.