It was now three days in the Everfree forest.

Thistle felt so tired. Tiny pinhole leaks from thorns riddled her body, but she didn't care. Her saggy appearance matched her mood. “I'm never getting out of here. Is anypony even looking for me?” She slumped down, looking even more deflated. Tears began to fall from her muzzle. She remembered the last words she's said to her father that day. Would those be the last words her parents ever heard from her?

She heard movement from the bushes not too far from her. Was this yet another creature coming to attack her? Quickly she swallowed more air in preparation to bolt.




Ok, had to get this one finished, think it is Ok, but not my best. I want to keep this story moving.

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