"Speech."
Such a strange place this was. On my way here, I had seen huge woods and open plains. High mountains in the distance and green hills. I couldn't really figure out how I had focused on the surroundings instead of my bloody wounds and displaced leg.
My leg hurt like hell and a few times down the way I had been close to fainting. That freaking pegasus would pay someday. Someday.
Golden orbs explored the new terrain, observing the thin frost on the ground and the snowy mountains.
I searched for the stallion that had brought me here. Even though he had made me fight that annoying pegasus, he had still been a gentleman.
Just by appearing there with his horns, he had saved me.
A small sigh left my dark lips and I limped on. I was sure to not move my hind leg too much, or else I would scream.
Tears ran down my dirty and bloody cheeks, tears caused by the irritating pain.
Was I alone or was there actually someone else here with me? The moonlight didn't reveal much, helping the night invade on my royal space. Fine, I had to stop myself there. I wasn't royalty no more, even though the royal blood still ran through my veins.
Another sigh. This was torture. Bloody, dirty and sorrowful torture.
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