They woke up in a ring of trees, vines wrapped around all of their hooves and necks. They looked at each other.
"These are death trap vines. The more we struggle to break free, the tighter they wrap around us."
As Stormcloud finished the sentence, Sweetie Belle watched the vine squeeze tighter around his neck. She layer completely still and they sat in silence. In the distance were stomps of ponies. They both debated the thought of yelling for help.
Sweetie Belle stared at him and then yelled, "Help! Help!"
The vines around all of her limbs and necks tightened and her heart began to pound. Her breathing became fast and they kept squeezing tighter.
"Calm down, Sweetie. You're gonna get hurt!."
She closed her eyes as the vines loosened. She opened them, amazed. The vines loosened more and her hooves slipped out. Her head would not slip through, so she relaxed more until they opened enough. She fell on her back and laid still. Stormcloud looked at her body at room on the ground and thought she was dead. He started to panic and the vines tightened. He realized that if he relaxed the vines would release him. He relaxed and fell to the ground. He crawled over to Sweetie Belle and tried to shake her away. With every move he made, the vines grew closer. He closed his eyes and threw himself over Sweetie Belle's side. The vine disappeared and They started to whisper to each other.
"This place is more dangerous than we know, Stormcloud. We need to get out of here, fast. Apple Bloom or no Apple Bloom. Thorn or no Thorn."
"Agreed."
They both started to slowly creep along the forest floor. The vines still crept through the trees, following them. Stormcloud covered his mouth to keep the screams of the pain from his horn inside. They had made it into a clearing where Sweetie Belle pulled a first aid kit out of her saddle bag. She wrapped the cut on his head with gauze and tried to find something for his horn. He wrapped gauze around her hooves and neck where the thorny vines had cut into her skin.
"I am so sorry for giving you that cut. Really, I feel terrible. I got us into this mess and this is all my fault!"
"Shh, Sweetie Belle. This isn't your fault. I could have saved you if my horn hadn't turned black. I don't even know how this happened."
Sweetie Belle pulled out a lotion and put it on his horn.
"Dose that make it hurt less?"
Stormcloud shrugged and tilted his head to one side. More black ran down his horn and he let out a squeal of pain.