Worm in the Wood
Birth
Death
Rebirth
The Changing of Sweet Apple Acres
Chapter 1: Worm in the Wood
Apple Bloom skittered nervously towards the barn window. Applejack had specifically instructed her to stay hidden until she returned, but after hours of laying prone behind a cider barrel, her curiosity had finally gotten the better of her.
A terrible orange glow poured into the barn from the agape second floor window as if in some cruel mockery of Luna’s moon.
“The fires haven’t stopped then,” Apple Bloom thought to herself as she progressed towards the window, a distinctly deep sense of dread culminating in her chest.
As she closed in on the windowsill, Applejack’s instructions rung in her head like a clarion bell, urging her back to her hiding spot. Something else also stirred within Apple Bloom, further filling her with doubt.
Did she truly want to know what was outside?
A sudden, howling gale of wind poured through the window, scattering hay and dust alike. Apple Bloom jumped back in response, covering her eyes from the swelling debris. To her surprise, the pungent scent of smoke and ash entered her nostrils, eliciting a small crinkle of her nose.
“But that would mean that the fire is getting closer,” Apple Bloom thought to herself, as an overwhelming sense of despair overtook her.
Whatever was happening out there, it had become all too clear that the Elements had failed to stop it.
Apple Bloom wanted nothing more than to crawl back into her hiding spot. To cower and hide. Surely Applejack would return soon, and everything would okay.
“Surely,” Apple Bloom thought.
And yet, against her own volition, something tugged at her to dare a glance outside. To her surprise, Apple Bloom took a hoof step forward.
And then another.
And yet another.
Before another doubtful thought could enter her head, she found herself stood just beneath the windowsill. The smell of smoke was even stronger than before, and the once dim orange glow seemed to have brightened dramatically, lighting up even the darkest corners of the barn.
“Well shoot, guess ah’ve come this far,” Apple Bloom said aloud, before mustering just enough courage to stand on her hind legs and perch on the edge of the windowsill.
The first thing she noticed was the heat. She’d expected a mild swelter, but this felt as though she’d put her head straight into an oven.
The second was the smell. Smoky, putrid air overwhelmed Apple Bloom’s nasal cavities, and she quickly found herself struggling to breathe. She coughed and wheezed as the smog found its way into her lungs. It took all of Apple Bloom’s strength to cling to the windowsill.
But there was something else too. A repulsive, fetid odour hung in the air, piercing even the terrible must of the smoke.
Apple Bloom recognized the smell all too well. A few weeks ago, Winona had brought back the broken body of a young squirrel. The poor creature had clearly died days prior and had begun to rot in the sweltering heat of the open sun. As the maggots had already begun their feast, so too had the flies made nest in the squirrel’s gaping chest cavity, laying eggs in the hundreds.
It stank of death and decay.
As did the Ponyville air.
It was then, that the true horror of whatever had befallen Ponyville dawned upon her.
Some hundred paces down the road, through the swirling torrents of wind and smoke laid a pile of rotting beasts, stacked higher than even the tallest tree in Sweet Apple Acres.
In and amongst the bodies, Apple Bloom could just about make out a creature with tufts of brown and white fur, dabbled in shades of dark crimson.
“Winona?” Apple Bloom thought, as bile rose to her throat.
Apple Bloom flung herself away from the window and emptied her stomach on the barn floor as tears streamed down her face.
She half wretched half sobbed as the terrible reality of Winona’s fate ran circles in her mind.
“What happened out there? Where’s Mac ‘n Applejack? Why couldn’t they save her?” Apple Bloom sobbed aloud, crawling towards where she had previously hid.
Suddenly, somewhere below her, the barn door swung open with tremendous force, rattling the wooden floorboards under Apple Bloom’s hooves.
She froze, prone and in the open, bathed in the terrible orange glow of the inferno raging outside.
“Like a sitting duck,” Apple Bloom realized in a moment of pure dread.
And yet, any movement on the rickety set of wooden planks would surely give away her position to whatever had just opened the barn door. Apple Bloom turned her eye to a hole in the floorboard beneath her and dared a glance below.
The barn door stood wide open, with small tendrils of smoke leaking into the building from outside. Illuminated by the swirling amber of the fires raging outside, Apple Bloom could clearly see most of the barn’s interior.
From where she lay prone Apple Bloom couldn’t quite see beyond the door itself, but, for now at least, it seemed as though nopony had entered the barn.
An eternity seemed to pass without incident.
Until a terrible screaming echoed from just outside the barn.
The wailing, much like the smoke, seemed to distort and twist in pitch: at times resembling a guttural growl and at others, a terrible agonized screech.
“Apple Bloom don’t look at them…” somepony managed in a sputtering of clear speech and the same terrible distortion as before.
Apple Bloom recognized the voice immediately.
“Applejack! Ah’m still up here, just like ya told me!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, rushing excitedly towards the ladder leading downstairs.
Applejack howled violently before seemingly crashing against the frame of the barn door. The sudden noise stopped Apple Bloom in her tracks.
“…don’t look at me, or you’ll change too,” Applejack muttered with a pang of desperation, before falling silent.
“You’ll change too? What is that supposed to mean?” Apple Bloom pondered.
Apple Bloom carefully backed away from the ladder, as an ominous silence once again filled every corner of the barn. Suddenly, she felt her hoof give way, and before she could react, Apple Bloom crashed backwards, hitting her head against the metal lining of the cider barrel she had previously hidden behind.
Stars flooded her vision as she struggled to regather herself.
A thud from below her shook her back to reality, as her eyes rested on the cause of her fall: her own bile from earlier.
“Don’t worry Apple Bloom. Change is good,” something said from underneath her.
On the surface, the voice sounded like Applejack. But Apple Bloom knew immediately that whatever thing had just spoken was most certainly not her sister.
Another thud.
“It’s goin’ for the ladder!” Apple Bloom realized, flinging herself towards the railing of the barn’s second floor.
In response, the thing below also picked up its pace, dragging itself towards the ladder at an unnatural speed.
In her haste, Apple Bloom crashed against the ricket wooden railing, just about finding the dexterity to steady herself before desperately placing a hoof on the ladder’s topmost step. A sharp pain shot through her hoof, eliciting a shriek from the panicked filly, who promptly thrust the ladder away from her with every ounce of strength she had left.
Miraculously, the ladder toppled backwards. Applejack wailed as the ladder crashed into a pile of farming equipment below.
Apple Bloom wailed in agony as strobes of fiery pain raced through her left forehoof. She just about managed to lean against the barn wall, teeth grated in torment. The pain seemed to go straight to the nerve endings in her bone, before climbing up to her shoulder.
A terrible groaning erupted from where the ladder had fallen. Metal clattered and chimed as heavy farming tools, frequently used by the likes of Big Mac, were flung aside like a filly’s playthings.
“It writhes. Change is good,” the voice half screamed half whispered from below.
In an almost dreamlike trance, Apple Bloom watched in horror as the ladder slowly raised and promptly docked against the second-floor railing. The ladder shuddered once, and then again.
And again.
“It’s freakin’ climbing!” Apple Bloom realized, scouring her surroundings for an escape.
Her eyes rested on the bellowing, smoke-filled portal to the hellscape outside that was the barn’s window.
Another shudder, this time louder.
The fall might kill her.
Another shudder.
But that thing certainly would.
It groaned, this time startlingly close to the top of the ladder.
Before she could second guess herself again, Apple Bloom sprung to her hooves and dragged herself through the window.
For a moment she felt herself fall, and then, there was only darkness.
Apple Bloom awoke face down in what she hoped to be a pile of mud.
In a daze, she tried to stand, but a terrible pain in her hindleg caused her to crumple back to the ground.
Despite blurred vision, Apple Bloom could just about make out the silhouette of her leg. Blood seeped from an open wound near her hoof where the end of what seemed like a garden claw had embedded itself.
Apple Bloom bit her lips, before scanning her surroundings.
The fire had finally reached the outer trees of the orchard. Fortunately, it seemed as though the wind had finally changed direction, providing some measure of relief from the stink of smoke and decay. Better still, the pain in her forehoof had subsided somewhat.
Pain in her hoof… The thing!
Apple Bloom glanced up at the gaping void that was the barn door. Somehow, despite the light from the fires, the barn’s interior had been encapsulated in some unimaginable darkness.
She had fallen right in front of it.
A horrible sense of dread filled Apple Bloom as she gazed into the barn’s interior. And yet, she found herself unable to look away, as though something inside was calling out to her very being.
A groan sounded from within, and then a loud crash.
“It must have fallen from the second floor,” Apple Bloom thought, still unable to tear herself away from the sight.
A thud echoed from within the barn. Then another.
“It’s coming,” Apple Bloom realized.
Another thud, this time much closer.
A body crashed into Apple Bloom, breaking her trance, and sending her sprawling to the floor.
Covered in soot, and with a crazed look in his eyes, Big Macintosh clamped his jaws firmly around the gardening claw embedded Apple Bloom’s leg, before tearing it free.
A guttural, agonized shriek escaped Apple Bloom, as she struggled to fight back another wave of bile.
Big Mac tossed the claw aside, and nudged her away from the barn’s door frame, his once crazed look changing into one of relief.
“Go,” he said before, in a trance, his head slowly turned towards the barn door. Big Mac’s eyes widened, and before Apple Bloom could react, he walked headlong into the barn.
A terrible groaning emanated from the barn, followed be a wet, crunching sound.
Big Mac cried in agony, before silence once again overtook Sweet Apple Acres.
Tears streamed down Apple Bloom’s face as she crawled away from the barn.
An all too familiar thud echoed from within the barn, starting Apple Bloom to her hooves.
Hobbling towards the gloomy, ash coated trees of the orchard, Apple Bloom could faintly hear her siblings call to her from the barn.
“It curdles, but change is good.”
Change is good.