07-02-2017, 11:31 AM
Nothing. Nothing as far as Misty Day could see. Bare land crept around her, whispering in ear words she could never make out. Her thoughts swirled around her, once bright, but now gray and ugly. Thoughts that were no use to her, or anyone else. Where have I gone? Misty Day wondered as she breathed in the air. She felt as if the air had no scent like it used to. She remembered the early days of her prancing around in the trees, or through tall grass, no matter how much it hurt her stomach. It will never be the same. Wind blew the few patches of icy grass around as she gazed behind her. She always dreamt of a kind soul, trotting up to her when she was down, and lifting her spirits up. She dreamt of being so happy that she could hardly keep her hooves planted on the ground. She dreamt of anything but the miserable torture that she went through everyday. The endless cycle of hoisting herself up after a horrible sleep, finding some scrawny grass to eat, searching around for somebody who wouldn't hate her, but then ending up in some place where there was nothing. She remembers the old stable, where other horses would tell her about the glories of these fields. But she always ended up in the bareland. She wanted to now be anywhere but here.