It's easy to wake up and think that everything had just been a bad dream. It's a little harder to do that when you wake up in a tree, or in my case I just feel out. A dull thud sounded out as I managed to land ever so gracefully on my face. Letting out an involuntary groan I rolled over, and I just lay there watching the clouds drift overhead, obstructed slightly by the canopy of leaves above. If I was a cloud I wouldn't have to worry about any of this.
I wished I could just lay here forever, and I probably would have too, but my stomach rejected the idea and reminded me that I needed to eat with a not-so-quiet growl. Getting up I almost left, but I remembered the book from the night before. To lazy to climb up the tree and get it myself I grabbed a stick long enough to poke it out, and poke it out I did. The brick of a book fell to the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust as it hit the ground. When I went to retrieve it I noticed it had nothing distinguishing on the cover, like the night before my curiosity was peaked. Eating could wait just a few more minutes.
I flipped through the pages briefly, noticing that most of the text was hand written, or perhaps in this case it was hoof written. It talked all about magic, more like notes than a manual on how to do it. Magic. That would explain what the purple mare had pulled off earlier, picking me up and tossing me away like an insect. I shivered thinking what else she could be capable of, or the rest of this worlds inhabitants. Thinking about this and a great number of other things as I skimmed the pages I lost track of time, but my stomach impatiently reminded me what I was supposed to be doing with another growl.
Sighing I closed the book, I guess further inspection would have to wait till after I ate. decided I would search the surrounding forest for food instead of braving the town in broad daylight for fear of what they might do to me if I was caught. Taking one last look around me to make sure I hadn’t left anything behind I set off, sticking to the path to avoid losing my way. As I got deeper the path faded away from infrequent use, and I could see why. An ominous feeling hung in the air, as if something would jump out from the shadows at any moment. Speaking of shadows it was quite dark this far into the forest, hardly any light pieced the thick canopy above, it might as well have been night. A branch cracked. What was that!? I whipped around, the hair on the back of my neck at end. Nothing was there. My mind must be playing ticks on me. Better just focus on finding food, there was nothing to worry about, but I still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in my gut.
Slowing down my pace scanned the treetops for any signs of fruit or berries. Luckily for me it didn’t take to long, but the fruit here is strange. It looked like an apple, but running down its length in a striped pattern was every color of the rainbow. Jumping a little I grabbed one off of a low hanging branch, a jolt of electricity ran through me as I plucked it from the branch, just enough to startle me. Now I was even more hesitant to eat the thing. My stomach was less picky and reminded me that I had little choice with another growl. I closed my eyes and sunk my teeth into the thing, and my eyes opened wide soon after. The taste could only be described as electrifying. No, I wasn’t electrocuted, but if electricity had a taste I’m sure this would be it. Instantly I felt re-energized, whatever morning grogginess I felt was now cleared. Putting down the book I climbed up and grabbed a few, getting used to the jolt of electricity that came when you picked one, and ate until I could eat no more, then ate some more. Finishing up I pocketed a few apples and jumped down, picking up the book and sitting down to rest.
Just as soon as I sat down, I was back up. A scream sounded off in the distance, and I froze in place for a moment before bolting in the opposite direction like a frightened deer, but stopped again when I heard the scream again this time I could tell it was female, “Help!” It was loud and clear. I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t. Cursing my own stupidity I changed direction, heading towards the scream this time. Whoever it was needed help, and I couldn’t bring myself to abandon them. I ran through the trees, dodging a weaving through the labyrinth of trees, nearly falling several times as my foot caught an unseen root or overturned rock. I regretted eating so much.