One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 62

Crag slowly woke up on his shaky bed, trying to remember where he was. He could remember starting a long hike through the forest… he remembered growing tired after all of his sleepless nights… being unable to keep up with the others and…

Crag’s “bed” yawned, drawing his attention to the stingtail mane that he had been using as a pillow.

“Thanks, sis,” Crag muttered, yawning and looking around.

The herd had come to a stop right outside of an ancient castle. Everypony was standing still, however, staring at a group of six surprised mares who stood in the opening.