My Little Pony: The Blind Horror

by Colthulhu94

Chapter 2: The Arrival

Chapter 2: The Arrival

The trip through the nightmarish land had worn my nerves and my sanity, but it was portal that almost did me in, for the wretched god-beast had followed me with unrelenting tenacity. He had wounded me as well, with a swift and merciless slice to my calf muscle. I almost fell when the creature struck me, but I quickly regained composure as I was running on fear and adrenaline, trying to escape the bastardized creation of the cosmos and its home world. I finished the coordinates and activated the portal, tearing a hole into the very fabric of reality itself. This neither phased nor discouraged my pursuer as he clamored after me in a haze of bloodlust and hedonistic savagery, blindly swinging and jabbing with his tools of destruction. I jumped through the portal and instantly found myself free falling a distance of about 15 feet or so and landing in the middle of a forest. I knew the creature had followed me… but I would not know where he landed. There was a catch with inter-dimensional travel that my fellow men of science had not yet solved. If two beings entered the portal at two different times, no matter how slim the time frame, they would end up in two separate places; same universe, just different areas. I had reached the doorway a good three seconds before he was able to enter it himself, so our distance would be great between each other, but it would not be far enough.

I had landed on my stomach as well as the remote, which now lay before me in a million shattered fragments. I did not care, as I was still under the assumption that I was on earth and that I had just landed in an unknown forest. I picked myself up and began limping to the nearest sign of shelter. My calf was bleeding profusely and I desperately needed medical attention. To make due until I had proper care, I had ripped off the sleeve of my shirt and fashioned a make-shift tourniquet. It was night, wherever I was, and I began to pick up my pace so as to avoid any confrontations with any predatory creatures of the night. My survival instincts were kicking in and I wanted to go faster, but my leg simply wouldn’t allow it. I began to panic for it seemed I was getting nowhere and the thought of the horror god’s perturbing grimace haunted my every thought as I staggered through my evening purgatory. All hope appeared to be lost… but then I heard someone chanting.

The voice was not far off and as I walked the voice became louder and clearer. The voice could only be described as belonging to a woman of African descent, which was peculiar considering where I was, or rather where I thought I was. Closer and closer I carried myself to my vocal salvation, the incantations music to my ears. Finally, I arrived at the source of the sounds. It was a tree which had been converted into a home. The tree was relatively old for the trunk had grown tall and wide enough to house a person. Crude, circular windows had been carved from the body of the tree as well, revealing light from the inside and illuminating the outside to reveal other details of the abode. On the outside moss that clung to the tree painted the areas it was applied to various shades of green and brown. From its branches hung colored bottles of innumerable shapes and sizes, swaying as multicolored hangmen from aged gallows. The door was nothing short of primitive itself; this did not matter, for I had begun to grow faint as I was losing blood and time. I almost collapsed on the earthen doorstep, my vision growing blurry and the pain increasing with each passing moment. Three times I knocked, and of all things, a befell its face.

“What… the… fu-…” I began to say, but everything went black.

By’hagn’gyl became the supreme lord of my dreams that night; every horrifying moment replaying in my head as if I were watching a film. The sounds and the sights that plagued my thoughts before I arrived began to come back and torment me further, pushing the boundaries of my sanity with the greatest measure of unimaginable terror. I saw him, the Blind Horror, and the only thing I regret is that I live to remember and recall each horrible, gruesome detail.

“What is it? I’ve never seen a pony like this ‘round here before,” a southern voice spoke.

“He’s not a pony, Applejack. My book says that he’s a ‘human’, but I always heard they were just an old pony’s tale,” another spoke, except in a more refined tone of voice.

Pony’s tale… Applejack… Where the hell am I?

“Are ‘hue-mans’ dangerous? I mean, if he wakes up, will he be all like, ‘RRRRRRROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRR! I’M GOING TO EAT YOU ALL!!!’, because he looks really scary to me and…”

Good god please shut this one up! Her voice is so loud and obnoxious! And don’t they know what a human being is? What is going on!?

“No, Pinkie, he’s not going to eat us. I read that they do eat meat, but not of ponies. I may not have a lot to go one about them, but humans are not supposed to be like that at all,” the learned one spoke again.

Finally, a voice of reason!

A quieter and softer voice began to reply, “But Twilight, you just said that you didn’t know much about them… What if you’re wrong? I mean I trust you and all but…”

“I say we get him out of here ASAP! There’s no telling what could happen with that thing around. For all we know your books could be wrong and we could have a crisis on our hooves! Would you like that Twilight?! How about your next letter to Princess Celestia going somethin’ like this: ‘Dear Princess Celestia, today I set loose a human in Equestria and now we are on the brink of disaster,’” another, more brash individual impeded.

“Goodness, What happened to its leg, Zecora!?” This one’s tone was prissier and unreasonably dramatic.

“From what I can tell, he was cut very well. The wound is deep, and it will take some time, but he should be able to walk just fine.”

All of this was very confusing of course. So to fully comprehend what was going on, where I was and who had rescued me I began to open my eyes. “I think he’s awake. Keep an eye on him,” the brash one said. When my eyes finally adjusted to the morning light, I could scarcely believe, even now, what I saw. I was surrounded by what I thought was nothing more than a mere hallucination brought on by significant blood loss: Technicolor ponies.

“Well, good morning! How are you feeling,” a purple unicorn spoke. Now I knew who was the most educated among them.

Needless to say I was in shock. Nothing could have prepared me for this. I’d feared that my nerves had finally snapped and that my collected state of mind had gone out the window. I was reluctant to answer, as most of us would, for I was feeling many things… and well certainly not one of them.

“Can ya speak,” an orange pony wearing a cowboy hat asked.

“Y-yes…” I replied. My voice was trembling with uneasiness. What was I doing here? How did I get here? I thought I had typed in the coordinates correctly, but from my current standing I was sorely mistaken. My mind began to collapse around me. None of this made sense…

There they stood; staring at me for what seemed like forever, never breaking the silence for even a moment. Then I spoke,” Who… What are you? Where am I?”

“Well, my name is Twilight Sparkle and you are in the Everfree Forest in the home of our friend Zecora. She’s the one who saved you.” The violet pony raised her hoof and pointed to the zebra that stood beside me. I looked to my rescuer and reached out to see if she was indeed genuine. Her fur was soft and warm… inviting, almost. I quickly retracted my arm and apologized, fearing that I may have made the creature uncomfortable. “It is alright, you need not fear. You are still adjusting, my dear,” she replied. “I’m still trying to process what’s happening here,” I directed my attention to the purple unicorn once more,” perhaps you can help me here. Where am I? Who are they? What is-“

Then a blue pony with wings descended from the air with great force and speed and barked, “We should be the ones asking questions, human! What’s your name? Where are you from? Are you a spy?”

“Spy!? I don’t even know where the hell I am,” I exclaimed. “All I remember is walking through these woods, bleeding like a stuck pig and collapsing on this zebra’s doorstep! For Christ’s sake! I don’t even know if I’m on earth anymore!” My nerves had finally snapped. With the devil on my back and the presence of these polychrome equestrian anomalies, I wasn’t sure what was even real any more. I began to shiver and weep. The pain in my leg wasn’t even half as distressing compared to what was happening in front of my eyes. “Just tell me where I am… please,” I quivered, pushing back the tears.

“You’re in Equestria, in the Everfree Forest located outside of Ponyville, where we all live,” Twilight replied.

“Okay,” I answered,” and who are the rest of you?”

“I’m Applejack. Pleased t’ meet ya, stranger.” She extended a hoof and we shook.

“I’m… um… Fluttershy,” a yellow Pegasus bashfully spoke.

“Rarity; charmed to meet your acquaintance Mr.-…”

“Kain Slasor; and it is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Rarity.” Her name suited her demeanor perfectly, for in spite of her species, she was a sight to behold. Her pearly-white, iridescent coat shone elegantly in the sunlight and her mane was of celestial and immortal origins in itself. The only things that could have rivaled these other traits were her eyes. They were large, glimmering ocean-blue stars against an uncompromisingly beautiful sky, eternally lustrous and bedazzling.

“And I’m PINKIE PIE!!!”

A blast of confetti and party horns rang through the air as the pink pony began to sing and dance with much rejoicing. Though the initial sound had startled me, I began to smile and laugh with much relief in my heart. Then my cerulean Pegasus interrogator from earlier swooped down and came face-to-face with me, putting my wits on end once again. She had a look of distrust in her eyes and the air between us became instantly uncomfortable. “Kain is it,” the Pegasus inquired.

“Y-yes,” I uneasily replied,” and you are?”

“The name’s Rainbow Dash… and I’ve got my eyes on you.” She hovered even closer to my face than before and squinted at me, making sure that I wasn’t going to make any sudden movements. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Dash,” I retorted as I once again extended my hand in friendship. She looked at it, and then looked at me. She cautiously presented her hoof, shook my hand, and flew away slowly.

“Zecora, I must thank you properly. If it hadn’t been for you… well… I might not be having this strange encounter right now. Thank you,” I said to the zebra at my side. There was something strange about her, though; something mesmerizing. I caught myself staring at her a second time and I quickly snapped back to reality. What was happening to me? Could I… no… it cannot be so.

“You are welcome, Kain. I did what I could. But what could have done that out in this wood.”

“Yeah,” Twilight pondered,” how did you hurt your leg like that?”

I was at a dangerous dilemma. Should I tell them about my lurid ventures in the Horror Realm or should I dismiss it as nothing more than a wound from an encounter with a rabid animal. I felt that there would be a time for them to truly comprehend and understand what I had went through and what I saw; but for now, I would have to lie about the horrendous origin of my wound. But what will I say when that bastardization begins to grow mad with hunger? How long will it be before I can return? Will I be able to correct my mistake… or will I have doomed them all?

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[MonoGlyph]

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