The Forest: THE SAVIOR

In a town surrounded by a forest there was a pony that had a beautiful voice. The pony’s neighbors all said that it felt like the voice was angelic at times, many claiming that if injured the pony's voice healed them. That they felt better than ever. When asked what the pony looks like however there are many conflicting views. 

 

Some say that the pony was a female, while others claim that the pony was a male. The ponies coat was white, no sliver, no it was light grey. The pony had no scars, no I swear that there was a scar over the pony’s eye, no I saw many scars on the pony. The only thing the town could agree on was that the pony was a pegasus. That the pony's wings were huge and that it often felt like the pony was watching over them. Keeping them safe.

 

When asked about the missing ponies in the area the town ponies looked confused. And said that no one has been missing at all. That they have not seen a single pony unless they were moving into the town. The town ponies asked what the reporter was talking about.

 

Before the reporter could say anything a loud screech rang through the town and all of the ponies that lived there started cheering. They clapped their hooves on the ground and yelled out “They’re back! They’re here again” 

 

The reporter tries to leave, fear clinging to him, but the town wouldn’t let him. He tried to tell the ponies that they had to go, that it wasn’t safe here anymore. That there must be something in the woods. But the town grew angry at this. 

 

“There is nothing in the woods.” The town said as eyes started appearing on the buildings. “The pony keeps us safe.” It says as a shadow blocks the moon's light. “There is no reason for you to leave when you can be safe here.” The path that the reporter was standing on starts to suck in his hooves. Making it impossible to move without breaking something. “There is no reason for you to go.” The town rumbles and shakes. More eyes appear on the buildings. They seem more flesh than wood.

 

Another screech flows through the air, but with a melody this time. It sounds like a mix of animals trying to sing. The pitch is all wrong and it sounds terrible. But the town just starts cheering louder. It starts repeating the word ‘Savior’ over and over and over.

 

The reporter looks up, trying to see this ‘Savior’. He finds it immediately because the only thing he can see in the sky are wings and eyes. Feathered wings, bat wings, insect wings, all types of wings suck to this massive ball of flesh. Eyes move around. Some of them float but most are attached to the wings. 

 

The flesh melts and warps and all of a sudden the ball of flesh is now a pony. The pony opens its mouth and what comes out is such a lovely sound that the reporter stops struggling in the dirt. The town is deathly quiet. The only sound is coming from the pony. 

 

The Savior. 

 

The reporter gets it now. He recognizes that he’s safe. Nothing will happen to him if he just gives in. He’ll be safe. So he does. The reporter gives in, becomes one with the town. His body sinks into the ground but that’s alright. It has no use for it anymore. Its body will benefit the Savior better than it would ever do for him.

 

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