MLP Next Gen Book 1: The Abandoned Road

Bruises and Lost Buddies

CC's (Cotton Candy) POV
We got to tunnel. Luckily, The Nightmare didn't follow us, but it did follow Del, Anthea, and Clarity.

"Phew! We're alive," Star suddenly burst out in red colors, "P-Prism! Put your shirt back on!"

"Why? I was getting sweaty and also CC cut herself," he responded. " Anyway, I think you like it when I have my shirt off 😏" he said fixing my wound. Star grumbled and started walking down the tunnel.

"Ow! Jeez, this tunnel's really snaggy!" T had snagged his new shirt on a branch (it ripped 🙁). We had been walking for 30 minutes now and deicided to stop. "Here, I brought some sandwiches!" T said opening his backpack.

"A to the m to the a,z,i,n,g!" I cheered. T had a look of concern on his face. He was probably worrying about the others, in fact, we all were. "Guys, we should try to contact the others!" I cried. We all took out our phones, no answer. We kept calling and calling, but nobody responded.

"Oh my god, oh my god, Clarity, Anthea, Del! Pick up!!!" T's face was covered in tears.

"T it's okay, we'll find them!" I said patting him on the back. The real problem was how. We continued walking for another 30 minutes. We heard a crack then a snap and then suddenly we were tumbling downwards. We flew out of the tunnel and landed in a forest.

"Guys! I'm stuck!" I heard a voice say. We looked up and saw Star hanging from a tree branch. T, with his gorilla strength, shook the tree causing Star to fall. "Ugh, my mom just got this shirt for me!" All our clothes were all ripped up and Prism's shirt had unravelled and flown off when we were falling.

"Crap, now I'm freezing!" The shirtless Prism said shivering.

"Not so hot without your shirt now, huh Prizzy?" Star mocked. Prism rolled his eyes.

"Guys come on we gotta find the others!" T said anxiously. We walked on wincing on every step (splinters, bruises, cuts, oh my!). We spotted a lake 2 miles away and started to sprint.

"They've got to be there!" Star cried for she was also panicing. It no longer mattered that splinters sunk into our feet or bruises and cuts stang. All that mattered was finding our friends.