I couldn’t believe I was suddenly sucked into the book.

Does this mean I was in a different time period as well, presuming this story is true?

That would be very bad.

What if I could never get out?!

Was I simply shoved into the body of a participant in the story?

Calm down. Just calm down, I told myself.

As I looked around I realized that I was no more than a spectating transparent ghost. A mere observer. Who just so happened to float slightly.

Phew.

I looked around at the frozen landscape. Maybe I should just try to follow the story. It did seem to be the best choice. Over in another direction I saw some ponies. Well, follow the story it is I guess. Nervously I floated towards them. I watched as the thin, dirty, and exhausted group of ponies - who must be the caravan – struggled over the hideous and barren land, I decided on following the story and trotted after them.

  After a few grueling hours for the caravan I watched as we came to an edge of what appeared to be a valley.  Excited, I trotted over to the edge where I could peer over.What I saw astonished me as much as it did the weary travelers coming up from behind me. The valley was a gorgeous green landscape with light forests and rolling wildflower filled plains.I could see sheep and ponies dashing about below among the valley’s forests and other features.The caravan moved into the snow sheltered valley along a naturally cut narrow path. As they lumbered farther into the valley I noticed that what I had took to be a small group of hills was really the town.

   The chills were really sloping sad houses with holes in the tops to let smoke out, along with chimneys made out of a gritty clay and wooden door frames and window frames but surprisingly no doors and flowers on the exterior. In the town the residents who were a mix of earth ponies and unicorns stopped to gawk at the caravan.

  Then I saw that the two soddies in the center were not like the rest. One was very big with small werelights glowing inside and its large chimney poked out in the center.The other was not as large as the first but was bigger than the average hills. It had a large tree growing out of the top the roots entwining the artificial hill. Unlike the other buildings it had a triangle shaped entrance and no chimneys or windows which caused thick-peat-something smoke to leak out.

Two lean and muscular unicorn stallions in what appeared to be bark armor reinforced with dyed wool and vines encasing their shin guards approaching the caravan. When both parties came face-to-face they looked utterly baffled, for the valley dwellers were eyeing the clothes of the caravan who was also doing the same.

The pony I took to be a Gildentundra peasant even started poking anything green and exclaiming: “By the mountains!". The bark-clad ponies were eyeing the caravan before they suddenly parted to reveal the toughest looking unicorn I ever saw, trotting up to this foreign party.

  This newcomer had deep brown eyes and a tannish mane with a blue gray coat, he wore a wool cape and was followed by a thin unicorn mare. She had a white mane and tail combined with rosy streaks and a coat the color of ripe clovers. Following her was a younger graceful looking unicorn mare with blue eyes and a coat the color of orchids. Her mane and tail were the color of marigolds and were woven with blossoms. I presumed that the first two were her parents which did seem to fit, especially since she did have the blue eyes and yellowy mane of the presumed father. She also wore a smaller woolen cape that obscured her cutie mark from view. Unlike her father who's cold eyes meant business her adorable oversized blue eyes had the soft curls of her mane partly covering her face.

D'aww.

  Strangely, although I couldn’t place this mare she did look familiar. Before I could attempt to place her everything began to fade in a whirlwind of blurred colors and I couldn't catch any more glances of the story book ponies. I found myself, slightly disappointed, staring at a strange series of inscriptions.

What-

At that moment Sombra's screaming started.

Why me?

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