One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 11

The surface… so familiar… so alien… so wondrous.

Thunderstruck stretched out her wings for what felt like the first time in years. Stifling a yawn, she took to the air as the others stumbled out of the cave. While she was rusty, flying was a skill that you never truly forgot.

Soaring through the air, Thunderstruck saw little that she recognized. A mountain or valley were familiar, perhaps, but the small hamlets were missing and even the plants were unfamiliar.

Ignoring that, Thunderstruck descended as Writ addressed the growing crowd.

“Spread out, Everypony. We need supplies. We regroup at sunset.”