Some would say that there was nothing worse than having to fear for your life each minute of everyday. Yet for those raised amongst the turmoil one learns to tune themselves out to the white noise of it all and just focus on the bits that mattered. Hardened to the reality you would think that there was nothing that could catch you off guard and throw you for a loop, but as always you would be wrong. As the planet revolves things change and if you wish to survive you either adapt or die along with the rest of them that were either unsuitable for this new world or weak and decrepit. Thus was the way of the world whether you liked it or not. As the season's progressed things had always stayed relatively the same until that fateful day that would change everything they had ever known.

Picking his way through the diseased landscape the young stallion wandered. No destination had ever really been decided upon but for as long as the world remained this delluded hell nobody was ever safe. Movement meant survival for if one stayed in one place too long you would either become infected by the land or perish along with the weak and unworthy. Today had been one for the record books though with such strange occurances. One minute everything around him carried the tell tale dullness of home and the other..well he wasn't entirely sure how to describe it. It had begun with the loud crack of lightning followed by everything going black. Whether things had finally reached their breaking point or he was dead remained unknown to the young lad  as he struggled to get a grip on what was happening. Disoriented and blinded by the darkness he felt his body falling until everything around him was consumed by a flash of light. Where there had once been air, a liquid now replaced it cutting his breath short as panic shot through his frame. Ripping his eyelids open he briefly thought that this was death for everything around him was consumed by a red liquid. Was he drowning in his own blood? What in the hell was going on!

Flailing about violently he felt his stuggles moving him along somewhere. Trying desperately to see he whipped his head back as his feet strained against the fluid until air once again managed to fill his lungs. Coughing harshly in an attempt to expel the water from his lungs his hooves dug into something that felt oddly like dirt. Not caring what it may be he managed to heave his body to shore only to collapse in a heap. The presence of voices roused him enough to risk opening his eyes once more. Expecting to see blood he was highly surprised when greenery and the figures of other horses/horse species filled in the gaps around him. In the middle of the confusion a lone figure stood out amongst the rest for the sheer powerful aura he admitted was immense. Stumbling to his feet he was amazed to find himself alive and for the most part in one piece, albeit soaking wet but ALIVE! Hacking once or twice more he finally managed to find words. "What in the hell just happened? Where are we?" He commented echoing the same questions as a few of the others nearby. This was not the same place he had been only moments before... for shit sake there was a blood red waterfall behind him! Others had spoken of other lands before but all had been myths and legends...or were they?

“Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”