Life Amongst The Rest

Prologue

Clouds. Nothing but clouds below me. Blue sky's. Nothing but blue sky's above me. My body feels so free, flowing through the air, seeing the cotton like clouds just hide the world below me. Looking up and see the sun shine, hitting me with its complimenting rays of warmth.

My wings keep me hovered above the clouds, sliding through this peaceful world. I couldn't remember the last time, or rather the first time, I ever felt this way. Yet, come to think of it, I can't remember anything before now.

I stop and just float in my place, looking around, noticing that nothing has changed. The sun hasn't moved, the clouds seems as though they repeat the same pattern.

I look down at my dark green hooves. My medium-long red mane covering the top of my eyes, blocking some sight from them. That's when I noticed the fog.

Looking around me the fog is growing darker and darker. Closing me in and I begin to cough. I don't know why, I try flying away, but there's nowhere to go. The fog has covered everything I could see. I start breathing heavily, my coughing becoming more rough.

I cover my ears with my hooves and my panic makes me forget about flying and I just free fall through the fog of darkness. It seems as I fall forever, waiting for the ground to swallow me with its gravity, only the ground never comes.

I wake up, wide eyes sitting up in a bed.

Looking around, I can see anything but the fog in my dream. But this still has to be a dream if it's still hear. My coughing made me realize, that this isn't fog, but smoke.

An orange coat, purple mane earth colt with a larger structure body than mine is running in and out of the smoke. He spots me when I make a large cough and he runs up to me, "HEY! Get up kid! This place is completely coming down any minute! Take this and carry it out!" he yells and screams through the smoke.

Before I can even respond, he pulls me out of the bed and I wobble on all four of my hooves and he throws a trunk on my back of old brown wood and painted yellow gold outline onto my back, almost shoving me into the ground, but I keep it up, legs bent.

My wings extend upwards making sure that the random trunk doesn't fall and the orange pony shows me in the direction to what I'm assumed is the way out. My coughing increases as I walk through the heavy dark smome, at a slow pace due to the trunk.

I feel my lungs fill up with the horrid blackness around me, losing my breath with each slowly step. Squinting my eyes to try to keep an eye out for anything in this smoke, I eventually see a peep of light, welcoming me to the outside world

Only once I got outside, I now notice, this was no time to have a sigh or relief just yet.