WHY AM I RUNNING?
She could hear the heavy, steady flow of blood pumping in her ears as hooves hastily carried the diminutive mare across the last stretch of field before the Threshold's forest. The sound was like a drum beating right behind her eyes, overwhelming her thoughts and glazing her mind in numbness. Coat was glossy with sweat, froth forming at the corners of her lips, and her chest heaving.

Shadows passed over her as the tiny pegasus transgressed into the massive expanse of forest and skidded to a stop. Wild eye finally focused on her surroundings, and she leaned against a tree, sucking down air like one would water after passing through the desert. But what she thought were 'mere minutes' spent running, turned out to be hours.. enough for the sun to sink from its prominent position in the sky. But even in the waning day and rising night, the Tallsun's wrath could still be felt. The dusk's darkness was heavy, looming, and the humidity seemed to suck out all oxygen from the air surrounding her.

She looked back to the dark expanse of field that she had traversed. Her chest felt tight with a mixture of agitation, anticipation, and nervousness. Everything on her way here had been a blur; why? She couldn't remember anything other than an overwhelming urge - a panic - to move, to run, that she couldn't explain.

Hooves nervously shifted her weight between legs, and her vision flitted from corner to corner, shadow to shadow. She appeared to be searching for Something... Something that had apparently followed her here, but now made Itself scarce. Her depth perception was bad enough in the daytime thanks in part to her blind eye; but at night? It was near impossible to make out one thing from the next. Frustration with her troubled eyesight was so very obvious as it lingered on her brow, and ears slipped back into the mess that was her mane.

No going back now, I gather, she pondered. She turned away from the edge of the forest, and tentatively headed further into the Threshold. She knew nothing of this strange land and its odd smells, and she felt so very small compared to the giant trees that loomed over her. Footsteps were nervous and quiet, wings tucked tightly by her sides, and her head held almost level with her shoulders as she eagerly searched for an open area where the moonlight could filter through the trees.

She stepped hoof into a little clearing that was scattered with small saplings and sparse mushrooms. Was this the place her Mother and Them talked about? Was this 'West'... or had she not traveled far enough?

"Hello?" she murmured, accent being such an odd cross between a heavy Danish and Welsh accent, that it was startling to hear it come from such a pint-sized mare. Staring nervously around, her ears slowly inched up in mild curiousness.. This place was so vast, but so empty at the same time. She had been traveling alone for quite a while, but this feeling of solitude was somehow worse than before..

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